He runs his tongue along his sister’s, sliding it into her mouth while she presses her wet body to his. His hands clamp onto her taut ass, squeezing... it tight.The siblings are breathing heavily into one another’s mouth when Sylvie’s hand slides down her brother’s chest and grabs his hardening prick. Her fingers wrap around it, feeling him quickly reach his full hardness. Once he is at his full potential, she breaks the kiss and smiles. Then her lips are back on his, kissing softly over and over. Half of Hannibal's freemen were so good at archery that it was their first choice of weapon for battle.Nearly every other freeman and all the slaves had become pike men and had trained with the weapon for the last two weeks. They were positioned in a classic Tercio formation, six to seven ranks thick of pike men three hundred files across, stretching across the sloping hill from one ragged ravine to the other. The front face of the line was incredibly strong against anything except projectile. ‘You’re too young to have this happen.’ I thanked her. ‘If either of you need anything, the doors are open,’ I added. Both women smiled and thanked me. I left them to their picnic, to their lake and sun time, and returned to the back porch. I took a sip of the soda before picking up the book and tried to read. They had me distracted. I knew it should be over the fact that my uncle had opened the other side of the lake to the townsfolk, but it wasn’t. It was Lottie and her guest. More. It was the pearl necklace he had brought Carrie for their anniversary. What a present she had given him. He couldnt stop picturing them together. All he had left was Molly, and Carrie was going to come back for her. He felt his world crashing around him.Brian felt the tears rolling down his cheeks. He wiped them away. His glass was empty, he stood shakily to fill it back up. He relived that night over and over again in his head, he could still see them together. He could smell the sex in the.