I lit one and asked if she wanted one too. She nodded and I tossed her the pack and the lighter. She sat up and lit a cigarette of her own. Her hair w...as a bit of a mess and her body still trembled a little with post-orgasmic spasms. She looked up at me and smiled.”That was … I had no idea it could … Ummm.”She couldn't quite find the words to describe what had just happened. I doubt I can even begin to imagine what a whirlwind it must have been for her, but she gave up trying to describe how it. I didn't respond. So she sat down behind me watching me play the game. Then all of a sudden she jumped on me a put me in a choke hold then I knew what she wanted. She wanted to wrestle like when we where younger. So I finally got her turned over and ended up on top of her but she was laying on her stomach so my cock was right on her ass! She knew this and started to wiggle her sexy little ass which I tried not to but it made me hard. She looked up and said someone's happy. Well duh Bethany and. Joerg was deeply disappointed. The Emperor would hardly do more for them, now that Frundsberg was disabled. Bourbon was clearly playing for time, but Joerg could not see how this would avail them. He suspected that the Emperor kept them in Italy to put pressure on Venice and the Pope, without actually engaging either power in a war. At one point, they would haggle over a new treaty, and the landsknechte would be the losers. He shared those thoughts with some fellow captains and found that most. Sissy, it, husband. Something had gone on, long before Randy enteredthe picture. But here he was now, dressed like a French maid, in heelsthat despite the fat heel, tortured him (she had said, those are forpractice, expect needle heels, and higher).Just as Randy would see the precum, Ms Alex would ram the ice sackaround sissy's balls, and the erection would diminish. Not soft, somuch, but, Randy could see, frustrating, the release of the come of theit, leaving. And still it, the sissy, bucked,.