She seemed about to speak, but instead jumped backwards, pointing a trembling finger at one corner of the basement, "You have one of the horses, too. ...Surely, you must be a god, hoping to trick me into thinking you a mortal man." Listen, On-and-on," Chris said, "You're a long way from home. Apollo hasn't been much of a concern for at least two thousand years. I am not a god. I'm a software developer. It's an obvious mistake. And that is not a horse. It's a motorcycle. Now, why don't we get you. Jana Ivanova returned with Voroshilov's staff from Leningrad. The suffering and destruction had affected them all, and an atmosphere of sadness pervaded the headquarters, despite the victory.A letter from John was waiting for her when she got back to her quarters. That in itself was a rare event, and something to celebrate, but it carried the news that John had been given a furlough and was coming to see her. He would be arriving by train in a week's time.She hadn't told him she was pregnant.. Not quite two years, and not so much as an email or text message. You'd think I just dropped off the face of the Earth." You did." Oh, okay. Thanks for clearing that up. I thought it might've had something to do with marrying my sister."Mace took a long, cautious pull on his drink. Then he topped it off again. Buying time. He let his breath out slowly, still losing the battle against taking those sidelong glances at her face, the sloping profile of her body."Why are we having this. He unzipped and unclipped his trousers, letting them fall to the ground. My eyes were fixed on the bulge in his pants, and a wet patch at the top end. “Let me see your cock now”, I obeyed knowing my cock would appear hard and ready to him. My shorts fell to the ground and my cock stood hard and proud in the warm air. I stepped out of them and towards him, placing my hand on his bulge, gently rubbing up and down. His hand took hold of my cock and gently pulled back on my foreskin before.