I poured us each a glass, and sat with her. She told me how she came to live in the busy city, and what her career consisted of. We talked of my books..., and how she followed my writings, she wanted to know about my future writings, and so many other things. As the night wore on, I found myself touching her in ways I never thought I would touch a woman. I was caressing her chest through her sheer blouse, and running my fingers up and down her neck and shoulder, but it was she who made the first. With that she straddled my body and Alexis guided my cock into her pussy, I felt the familiar warm feeling of her pussy and Sally started to move up and down with gusto on my cock. Alexis moved behind Sally and helped to raise and lower her whilst playing with her tits and kissing the back of her neck. Sally moaned that she was close and plunging down on my cock; she groaned that she was coming. Alexis told her to get off and as promised she grabbed my cock and consumed it, moaning as she. Unwittingly, I found the creakiest spot on his floor to stand while explaining the entrenching tool's design.The smith quickly understood my wish to create a collapsible hand shovel to dig the earth. He liked the novel idea and agreed to make a prototype for me during the week. If we liked its functionality I would use the prototype to sponsor its development with all the local smiths. Production was not likely to get too high by summer, so I would start by issuing them to a set of picked men.. The woman made an "oomph" sound, and Elena did it again. She could very nearly taste the hot blood pulsing through the veins beneath her mouth, but she didn’t bite down. Instead she kissed her way up the arm and, soon, across the rounded shoulder, pushing the strange, short-sleeved man's shirt out of the way. The woman tasted like curiosity, gratification, intrigue, and secrets. Very good.The strange woman pushed back for a second. "Lady," she said. "are you on something? Because you are damn.