The sleeping gentleman was not truly a titled personage, but he would be if his older brother expired in some unfortunate accident or visitation of so...me dread disease. Of course, he loved his brother dearly and had no interest in such matters, when the playing of cards, the drinking of ale and the diddling of willing females was constantly his priority each evening after the sun had set and his nocturnal nature played havoc with his good intentions.His name was Harrison, but everyone called him. True, if I were to take any of the AA ‘Are you an alcoholic?” tests, I’d probably score pretty highly. But far from ruining my life, my thirst (while considerable) remains within the bounds that I have set for it. I cannot enjoy my hours with my green lady during my sober weeks at work, but that just means that I can enjoy her company all the better during my long days of rest at home.While it is true that sometimes I feel that I need my la heure verte on most days, my lovely wonderful Green. "When Emma started protesting, he made it clear that he had been cooking on a ship for the past five weeks and it wasn't reclamation science.Jeremy busied himself washing, cutting and slicing meat and vegetables. Emma got up to watch him sauté floured chunks of meat in the bottom of the pot. He added the vegetables and broth he had identified in the chilling unit.The pot was simmering nicely when a woman in her fifties stormed through the door. Jeremy noticed that Emma's right hand went to her. She shuddered as I placed my mouth over the hood that covered her clit and hummed. The vibrations drove her crazy. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Donna begged. I kissed her pubic area and slowly worked my way up her tight little body, working my tongue over her nipples as she clenched her fists and beat on my back. Donna was crying, begging for me to put my cock into her flooded pussy. I hovered over her, my arms on either side of her torso, just under her arm pits. My cock pressed against her.