"Could we, I mean, could I..." Julie started to say and then stopped."What, Julie?" No, no never mind. You should be g--"And then it was my turn to in...terrupt her. I grabbed her chin and looked her in the eyes and said, "What? Tell me."And then she cast her eyes down again and she said, "I can't mess things up with you and David. But maybe..." and then her voice dropped to a soft whisper like she almost didn't want me to hear what she said. "... maybe I could make you cum like that again." And. But now! She's positively exuberant."The good Mrs. Fowler obviously never experienced sullenness or withdrawal, Anson thought to himself."I have not seen Miss Maynard in a sullen mood nor withdrawn, but I found her a pleasant and stimulating company." Well, she has confided her plans to me, and you may count on my help and discretion. She should be down here any minute, but do sit down, Captain."Then, for the next ten or fifteen minutes, she submitted Anson to a very thorough if friendly. You didn't run or cower when that monster appeared. You calmly guaranteed our safety and then stood up to him. I knew then that I wanted to raise our child with the love and devotion you already give all of us." Wow, long speech little one," I said with a laugh as I finally sat up, causing everyone else to jump up as well. "Now, it's a bit late, but we can either all go to sleep for the night, or we can open a discussion on what we'll do once we reach Ishtar."I expected the ladies to want to. Its broad head glistening wetly from Lynda's saliva as it throbbed spasmodically.Lynda's hips and thighs quivered as Bob's fingers worked expertly between the downy, passion-swollen lips of her wet eager young pussy. Hurry honey! Hurry! Oh, God, please hurry! My mind screamed pitifully at my husband.Bob's fingers were plunging deep into Lynda's writhing pussy as she moaned and pleaded with him to fuck her. The moist downy cleft of her young pussy looked so inviting! Bob moved in between Lynda's.