Do you have a little time for me today?" the blondeasked sweetly with a hint of extreme longing in her voice."Ah, yeah sure, babe. Oliver, excuse us ...or a few minutes," Lance saidas he led the beauty up the winding stairs to a back bedroom. A gorgeous brunette in a French maid uniform come over to Oliver holdinga tray with two beers. "Where's Lance? I was hoping I could interesthim in some Hiney? How about you, Oliver, do you want some Hiney?" Oliver couldn't believe what he was hearing. Instead of tea it held day old black coffee. Coffee seemed better for a serious talk than iced tea. I had no idea why, but it did.“I have to start at the beginning I guess. When I was seventeen I met a man. I used to think that I was a Revolutionary and he was part of that revolution. Back then my daddy used to call them radicals and spit. Now we would call them terrorist, I suppose. It doesn’t matter I knew it wasn’t the real lasting kind of love. It was just an infatuation and I knew it.. I was no longer conscious of our audience as I stood up and carried Lyn to the nearest mattress. Without any further foreplay I lay on top of her and pushed my cock into her. For the next &hellip, I have no idea how long &hellip, I was thrusting in and out of her cunt. I looked at her face, she seemed to be loving my fucking her. I was loving it too. Eventually my balls pulled up to my body, I held my cock as deep as possible inside her and filled her with my cum. She looked disappointed, as. As late as it was, the streets in Denerim were empty; the ride to the Market District took perhaps half an hour.I was impressed to see we went through the Alienage on the way. The gates to the elves’ district had been torn down, the streets widened and properly paved. The new apartment-style buildings were complete, and the entire place looked well-kept and clean. There was a large garden near the Vhenadahl, near-ripe vegetables guarded by a sturdy fence and two well-armed members of the new.