The shoes had been made from a pretty unusual cloth, but are otherwise a common type."I will make him the finest of all blades along with a bow and ar...ows."The patrons returned to their eating, drinking and conversing as this woman walked toward Richart."Hello, I am Belana, the blacksmith and armorer." Hello, I am Richart. Y-you will do that for me?" Yes, under one condition." And pray tell, Belana, what would that be?" Briehalt said as he took a drink from his mug."That I go with Richart."The. Philip's hand felt good on his hard long cock as he stroked up and down and remembered that first time when he'd forced himself on Bethany and she'd actually given in and allowed him to bury his hard dick inside her young pussy. He wished his cock was inside his naughty young daughter-in-law's pussy at that very moment but that was the problem with getting horny in the middle of the night. He wasn't about to go in search of Pam, or Crystal or Bethany in the middle of the night -- not when they. No one was hurt. But, the cops hauled Gerd downtown to let him cool off. He was out the next day when Lana came down to bail him out. His gratitude was limited however; he divorced her less than two weeks after the fiasco with his sister.After the divorce was final, Lana laid low for a while. As far as I could tell she wasn't banging anybody and kinda disappeared from the local social scene. It was something less than a year after her latest divorce that I got another visit from her. She was. She sent a drink to a handsome young man sitting by himself further down the bar. When he got it, the bartender nodded towards Joan. He looked at Joan with a smile on his face and raised his glass in acknowledgement. Joan patted the empty barstool where I had been sitting in an invitation for him to join her. He got up, moved to the barstool and introduced himself to Joan. Joan went into full flirt mode, twirling her hair, wetting her lips, touching her neck and leaning toward him and putting.