Another Name, and another until at last he was answered. Within the fading diagram darkness swirled sluggishly, a foul mist that could barely be seen ...gainst the paler night."Who calls?" The voice was a dusty croak, and he had to lean forward to hear. "Who speaks the name of Vornil after all these empty eons? No call has come from Tarag since the Ending." I am the one called Eldred, apprentice sorcerer of the Great Guild of Tarag. I command your aid in battle against the enemy who has cast me. They were in and out of the water, kissing, petting. Bobs massive cock was on full display as he bounced around the patio. My wife showered it with playful compliments all afternoon. On occasion she would come over and sit with me as I laid out on one of the pool chairs, flirting with me in a buzzed state of erotic relaxation. We had all been drinking, Bob's famous Moscow Mules were flowing heavily. It was an incredibly bizarre afternoon, but I was erect for nearly the entire duration of it,. "Mmmm, fuck..." he said. "You're making me hard."Soon the head of his cock was pushing on the back of my throat. I gave the front of his shaft special attention, the way I wanted every woman who'd ever taken my cock in her mouth to do, though few had. In and out his rigid dick slid, slick and shiny. I played around the tip with my lips, kissing it, then taking it back in. I could feel a pulse when I did this. A little precum dripped out and I let it coat my lips against his skin before licking. ” “Well, she keeps real irregular hours.” Fatima lowered herself onto the mattress next to Freddy and placed a hand on his thigh, emboldened by the fact that he didn’t push her hand to one side. “She’s got to know you pretty well, hasn’t she?” Freddy smiled. This was obviously something that rather pleased him. “Yeah. She has, hasn’t she?” Fatima idly stroked the hairs of Freddy’s thigh, wondering whether she would ever get to know that prick of his again. It was tempting, lying there, even.