An attack wuz expected by them damned English down there, an' the soldiers were needed more there than here. Anyway, we wuz operatin' on what the Army... called "heightened alert."The Army left an' the Injuns got the hint. The trouble started slowly, but it was steadily increasin', 'til we had a full fledged war on our hands, again. At least, by this time, the Henryville militia had nearly 50 men in "uniform," so we were in pretty good shape an' could meet them Creek Injuns in open battle. I hoped. I can hear my hear racing. The sound of my heart pounding is broken, by your pillow talk voice saying, “Now lick mommies’ pussy like ice cream. And not just any ice cream. I want you to pretend that it a hot sunny day. You have an ice cream cone in your hand that is melting. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot pussy and keep it from melting. It didn’t take 90 seconds of me being between your legs before you were Cumming all over my lips. You saw the shock in my eyes then told me that. Stud? Got room for one more? Pity it’s not two more, but Mom and Dad were killed in Manhattan by the fireball there,” Salome made her intentions plain as day.“My condolences, Salome. Sincerely. I’ll have a Guinness, plus beer-battered fish and chips, with a coleslaw on the side,” David smiled at her, “plus I would like a certain waitress to tag along. Don’t you agree, guys?”“Hell, yeah!” Denise visibly ogled the waitress.“In that case, I’ll leave with you as soon as you pay up and tip me, as I. Of course I was. I skimmed my panties off with shaking fingers and placed them on the hook. Rick came closer. He ordered me to hold out my arms and he selected two of the many holes in the dress to stick my arms through.It seemed a bit incongruous to be helped into a dress by a big, hairy biker. But I got the distinct impression that he has offered this service to his female customers in the past. He didn't seem uncomfortable. But that was fine. I was uncomfortable enough for both of us.He.