We liked playing there because the field was cheap and it was nice to go down to Bosphorus after the match. The boy’s brother wasnt a close friend b...t we had been in the same group of friends and known each other for a long time. I had seen his big brother’s ass in the showers and I used to jerk off thinking about fucking that ass many times. But as usual he was straight and I had the chance to get nasty with the younger brother. In a match, I got kicked somewhere between the tighs and fell. You just tend to be called oneor another, depending on your strengths.Because our world has become less hospitable to magic of all kinds, manyif not all magi prefer to use magic rarely. Magic is like a kind ofenergy and it's never wise to run your reserves dry, as it can take quitesome time to refuel, so to speak.We also tend to keep to ourselves, and do not mingle much with regularpeople. We might be centuries removed from the time when scared peasantswould try to set some mage on fire, but. It seemed as if the orgasm would never end. There were flashes in the corners of her eyes. Her hypersensitive nipples were pressed flat against Alan’s palms. Her pussy flooded with nectar, mixing with Alan’s exertions. Alan tried to steady her, but she collapsed anyway. Into the safety and comfort of his loving embrace. *************************** ‘How did you get all those flowers into the room?’ Marissa asked. She couldn’t see Alan, but she knew he was right next to her. ‘You’re a heavy. There was something about the way she wrote that had me very intrigued, and something inside was telling me to go with it, even though I felt very nervous. Now this was a while ago, so if she is reading this, I will try to remember how it happened in the first week as best as I can. We started with some general chit chat, a few questions about each other, then swapped photos, and a few questions on why we were on this site. After a couple of days the woman in question asked what I would do if.