She loved what she chose to do in her life, and became more inquisitive about life and its nitty-gritty. John on the other hand was a loose cannon but... in a positive way.He was always getting into trouble. Always finding ways to be a boy. He came from a family where trouble brewed like coffee. He had a drunken dad, a not-so-caring mom, brothers and sisters who had no clue of life or its whereabouts.The poor chap realized it at an early age, that if he really has to get out of that rat hole, he. Not cum out, come out. Bill had fought off orgasm after orgasm. Now I was satisfied, but exhausted, embarrased, and ready to take a break.Monica got a wash cloth and lovingly washed Bill’s dick clean of my fluids including my blood. “My turn,” she announced as she took his hand and guided him to a vacant and dry portion of the bed. “Come to Monica, my love.” Bill, that horny rascal, still had the stamina and erection to mount Monica. They’ve been lovers for years and Bill’s dick found. Scott also had all the available women make up flags. He wanted as many Saltires and tartan flags as could be made in the next two or three days.He almost kicked himself the next day when he thought of putting up a concrete rampart to fully block off the Pass of Brander. A day wasted! If he had only thought of this the day before the concrete would have had an extra day to set. He still thought it was worth the effort, perhaps if his men on the heights could hold the High King for a day or two. My hands tighten on his shoulders and his gentle fingers find my core, making my back arch into him, my pelvis pressing into his hand."Yes, Sasha."Before I know what I have done, I have kissed him. My lips claim his more forcefully than before as he uses me, his finger pressing into me, circling around me, his tongue joining mine in battle as my free hand struggles with the buttons of his shirt, finally releasing it. He shrugs it off, and his jacket, in one easy movement. Releasing me for just.