He was never more than a fuck buddy in the past and he knew I was married now and it would be just like old times. It would be a couple of drinks then... a couple more hours of really good sex. Jeff came in and took a seat a few bar stools down from where I was sitting. He ordered a drink and sipped it while sitting on his stool. I turned my stool to face him, opened my legs and moved my dress just enough to show him the black stockings and garter belt straps. George came in about 10 minutes. "Oh! Are you sure you don't mind me touching you there?" I don't mind." I couldn't bring myself to tell him that half the male population of the school had already become intimately acquainted with my genitalia.He felt my labia, traced the slit delicately."The - uhm - underlying structure influences the contours," he hinted. "I mean, like Michelangelo studied the bones and muscles of cadavers." Well, you don't need to wait until I'm dead," I assured him with a nervous giggle. Thank goodness the. San’s eyes were fixed on mine. I tried to maintain eye contact but invariably my gaze was drawn to her breasts and what I could see of her pussy behind Emile’s hand. When San closed her eyes and started whimpering, and the wet sucking noise of Emile’s fingers in her cunt became louder, I knew I was going to blow.But somehow – I don’t know, maybe because of the wine – I held back long enough to watch San raise her hips, thrust herself against Emile’s hand, and give out a long, deep bellow as her. The Prince looked hard at David knowing why he was here, “The Pass is clear?”David shook his head, “Not all of it. The cleft is still blocked, but we can begin work at the camp, making our preparations,” he replied. He then went on to explain about the rockets and system his officers had devised for signalling the mortars.The Prince smiled sadly, “So, there is to be a battle, and men will die. Yet the men dying do not belong to my kingdom. It seems so unfair to ask them to do this.”David.