"Mm," she murmured, suddenly feeling shy."I do too," Tony said, disappointed that he'd only elicited a single syllable from her. "I've got more of cou...rse if you're interested - more guys that is." More guys?" Yvonne shot back in a quizzical tone. Did he mean more men with one girl? A sudden thrill at his words had aroused her."Yes, what you might call gang-bangs," Tony laughed, trying all of the time to keep a natural voice and making this talk easier for his shy and sometimes obviously. It took three weather masters to gain even that much information," answered the chamberlain.Nodding, the king responded, "Well, in this one way am I glad that Taft comes. Perhaps he can deal with these damned northerners. He was ever the kingdoms staunchest defender," the king said, smiling."Berandal, I am sorry for your son. I understand his anger. I promise you, I have not made any decision as of this time. I, too, was shocked when I heard what had happened. I do understand the guild's. Mrs. Schultz or "Sally" tucked the baby in the pram and started her walk heading west to the Grand Concourse. She was smart enough to keep off the steep hills going down because the weight of the baby carriage was difficult to handle. He watched her shapely buns working like a pair of perfectly matched book-ends rising and falling with each sensuous step. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling, letting him know she was fully aware of his interest in her delicious ass.His cock was throbbing. "Sure, Frances ... what's up?" I asked, though I suspected I knew."It's Keith. He's been drinking. He's throwing things. Oh, Brian, please, please hurry ... please!"There was a loud crash in the background of the phone call and a distant voice saying, "C'mere bitch!" before the phone went dead.My name's Brian (yeah no kidding). I'm in my early forties and recently divorced. I work in a brewery in the South of England and am currently struggling to make ends meet, mostly due to the Child Support.