He had to find something to do with them!Keldema was only another week's march up the road, according to the ship. Perhaps he could invest his gold th...ere. He was going to settle in that city for the foreseeable future, and it would be nice to have a cushion of money to fall back on.Also, the weather was definitely turning colder. It had snowed lightly the night before, and Eric definitely wanted to be in the city before winter set in. So he started pushing himself as hard as he could, while. Not knowing if I could take it all I knew that I was going to give it the old college try! More and more he fed me as I became rather impressed with myself. The screams coming from me had to be loud enough for the neighbors to hear. They'll think he's killing Becky!My arms wrapped tightly around Becky's waist as she sat on the bed, my face pressing down firmly on her. I could feel the heat rising from her pussy up to my breasts that were hanging between her thighs. "Ouuuuu Becky!" I screamed as. As for the vindictive low scores, because of my views, there are enough readers who encourage me to keep posting in spite of you. The scores don't mean anything really, other than what one person thought at the moment. What does mean something, is that enough of you thought what I did was good, and the 32nd re-write of "Wilderness Ordeal" a totally different story than either the original or the replacement, by the way, has been accepted for publication and will be in stores in the next few. Regardless of what it all meant, I couldn't make myself stop, and I just failed to let Josh back into my mind."Oh, Pete, I have to make you mine." I'm sorry, London," I heard Pete say as the door opened and closed. "I really have to use the bathroom."I jerked back a bit and fell. "Ow," I muttered."Are you okay, London, do you need help?" he asked as I saw him stand in front of the toilet."I'm fine; thank you," I answered, rubbing my head.Then I heard him pissing, and I stayed down as I.