I sent Hartmut to Cartagena to manage the manure beds there. He wouldn’t be making black powder there, just refining the niter from the manure beds,... and shipping it to Valencia. Eventually I was sure I would have powder works in several places in Frankish territory, but I wanted the formula closely guarded for as long as possible.Even in Soissons, only a handful of workers actually knew how to make it. A wagon delivered sulfur periodically. It went straight to the powder works without stopping. She looked quite real; I had the feeling that if I reach out, I would be able to touch her. I could see every detail of her clothing very clearly. She wore a tight dark blue dress that accentuated the graceful curves of her body and her feet were clad in black pointed-toed mules. “Do I look real?” she asked sweetly. “Yep.” “Not a talkative type, huh?” “No, I don’t think so but I ordinary keep quiet when sleeping.” She giggled childishly, tossing her head back. A tender bluish vein was. Then my reverie wasbroken by Cheryl’s fingers gripping my prick. I hadn’trealized until that moment that I was hard as a rock. Ilooked into Young-ju’s flushed face and watched as shestared at my naked flesh pole.Cheryl pulled me by my prick toward her. Then she pushedYoung-ju down onto her desk, all the while continuing hertugging on my stiff and more than ready dick. I was in adaze, letting my wife orchestrate things. Why not, thisWAS like a dream, only it was better than a. At one point I grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock. She held on and reciprocated by allowing my fingers to rub on her clit and probe into her slit. I pulled my fingers to my face and let her see that I liked her taste. I rubbed what was left of her aroma on my upper lip, right below my nose. A couple of minutes later I unzipped my pants. "No, don't do that," she said. But when I pulled my cock out she held it like she owned it and said it was larger than she was expecting. I think she had.