Nicholas had wanted to contact is grandson for some time, but was not sure if the contact would be welcome. Greg grabbed a pen and wrote the number do...wn. The amount of digits showed that it was an international call and he asked just where his grandfather lived. He was surprised to learn that his grandfather owned a villa in Southern Italy. He had moved there just before Greg had been born. They talked a few more minutes before disconnecting.The last thing Heather told her son was, "Please call. . CEASE FIRE! CROSSBOWS... FIRE AT WILL!"The crossbows wounded or killed an enemy soldier at the rate of about 1 down for every 4 or 5 shots. This wasn't good enough! Our people were just shooting, they weren't taking the time to aim. I'd have to worry about this later, right now, I had to do something, so I ordered, "CANNON... ONE ROUND... FIRE!"I had deliberately left a free fire zone in front of the cannon so that I wouldn't have to worry about my people forgetting to duck. It was through. I hold her close, kissing her hair, feeling her hard nipples bore into my chest. With one hand I unbutton my jeans, allowing them to fall to the floor. She moans as my hot, rigid cock touches her belly, leaving a sticky smear of clear cum from its tip. I step out from my jeans and half carry her to a chair nearby. I sit down and she sits straddling my thighs, hands still tied and resting behind my neck. She shuffles forward moving her pussy closer to the stiff cock it now aches to feel inside. . By this time I had fully submitted myself to her & had removed my t-shirt & shorts & was only in my jockey. I laid her on bed & planted many kisses on her soft cheeks. She raised her arms up in excitement & too my surprise her armpits were neatly shaved today. I got mad at this & started smelling her underarms one by one .I was literally licking them & they tasted so goodie moved below to kiss her neck & earlobes. By now she had started moaning aaahhhh….ooooooh…….mmmmhhhhhhh.my hands were.