As they made their way into the palace, Justin saw a tall confident man with long hair, braided to crown his head and a flowing beard. Justin knew who... that was. It was the historian Strabo. ‘I have an idea,’ Justin whispered to Isis. Justin suggested that he could pretend to be a servant sent to serve Strabo, who was well regarded in the palace, and to be Strabo’s connection to Cleopatra. Iras could help Justin fit in and answer his palace related question and also help Strabo get access to. "Ashley!" I tried to sound chiding, but it lacked conviction and I had to admit, "Yes, I feel funny there too." Her tiny fingers were immediately slickened and before I knew it, her fingers were inside me. I shivered, feeling her little flanges begin to move in and out.Without wasting a moment, I leaned over and started licking Ashley's pussy, dipping my tongue deep inside her, tracing the opening, coating it with my saliva. Ashley's fingers stopped moving, but remained inside me as I licked. Oh, and you run a drive axle to each wheel. That’s a jeep. Am I right, Michael?” Tib grinned.“Go stick it somewhere, Tib. You’re so damned old that all you can remember is that relic from the Korean War you got rusting in the barn down on your ranch! Hey, somebody younger than fifty, tell me what a jeep is?”“Alright,” somebody shouted from the back. “It’s a rugged little all-terrain vehicle for hauling guys, their gear, and their weapons around in bad country. That work for you?”“Give that man. With each withdrawal, I suck in a new breath, I near the point of hyperventilation. He’s discharged, even so, he continues to force his cock inside me, all the way inside until his balls bounce off my pussy.The man pulls my top up until my bare chest is exposed to the fridge nights air and cold, rough bricks. My nipples and budding tits mash against the coarse building, more discomfort. And still, this angry stranger pounds into me.“How old,” he asks, pumping harder than before, his hips.