" I threw her on the bed, and got our clothes off. She laid on her stomach (she likes me to fuck her from behind), and I got on top of her. When I tou...ched her pussy I realized that whatever happened had got her dripping wet. I started fucking her and then asked again about what happened. She smiled and told me. Here's her account on the story: "I asked him if we could go to his room for a bit, and he agreed. I don't know what he thought, but I tried to keep a serious face. When we got there I. . Ooh...(Then Tell Me, Just WhatWill I Do)BOTHI Just Can’t Stop Loving YouA call from Ken woke me up the next morning at ten am. The song I recently attached to his phone number was “Building the Barricade” from LES MISÉRABLES.“Yeah Ken, what’s going on?“Do you want to take a walkthrough at the Mansion? I can get you up-to-date on everything if you’d like?”“Sure, sounds like fun. We can be there in fifteen minutes.”“We?”“I’m not allowed to drive by myself, yet.”“I understand, see you in. Lord Brownlow, the Colonel-in-Chief of the regiment, wanted to know the full story of the loss of the King's colour and the rescue of the Regimental colour, at Quatre Bras. Jamie McMurdoe had been killed at Waterloo; a cannon ball had struck him, killing him instantly, as he stood just few feet from me. Drayton Parslow had been severely wounded, and was now in an army hospital. Thus, I was the only officer able to relate the whole story.Lord Brownlow lived at Belton House, a place I knew well. I have to show you it!"She answered in excitement. She had such a lovely voice, the way she spoke the words of her language sounded like pure poetry to my ears.We ventured far into the forest, further than we ever went before.We came across a stream, and followed it up until we eventually got to the location she intended.It was an absolutely beautiful waterfall.Not the most tallest of waterfalls, it was only about 100ft high,but it was a stunning sight to behold.We was standing at the bottom of.