Still groggy her hand reached further. She felt John’s hair. Rizza giggled a tiny soft giggle, her mouth dry from the hotel air conditioning. “Mmm... what are you doing baby?” There was a muffled chuckle from under the duvet. Rizza felt the tongue strokes on her pussy pause. “Waking you up for breakfast darling. We have a big day ahead.” Rizza’s face broke into a grin. She let her head fall back onto the pillow. Her hands reached down and lightly held John’s head as his mouth worked its magic on. It was a horrific slaughter, which rent the dominion asunder. There was no sovereign acknowledged or accepted by the nation, and the tumult caused many a baron to regard himself as having no liege.The Terrible Decade and Year ended when the lady Sophia, eldest of the surviving offspring of the old ruling house, reunified the great city and its lands as her own domain. Though she had seen the destruction and calamity of the age in her youth, she was already thirty years old when she at last. Around our group of friends, Enzo is the kind of guy that always talks about the size of his penis. One time he said that it was 5 inches already flaccid. Another time, he would say that the weight of his dick is what kills the gas mileage in his car. Anyways, no one really ever takes heed his self-observation about his dick. But it was something that was definitely on my mind when I was high. Enzo is a soccer player. Nicely built and under 6 foot, I would totally fuck him. Apparently, that was. I am on the track team and we had just finished a long and tiring meet in New York. By the time we were even half way home (DC), it was already pitch black. Everyone was either sleeping or listening to their iPods. I was sitting in the middle of the bus while others were s**ttered along the front of the bus. So I wake up from my slumber and I got to go. So I walk carefully to the bathroom, trying not to wake anyone up. I got there, did my business and was opening the door when suddenly a land.