I smiled and said ok and carried on, though I was hoping she would accept the ride and Icould know her more. Then, on one weekend, I was just standing...and sunbathing on the roof, she came up with washed clothes to put for drying. I smiled at her and greeted her. Even she smiled back and greeted me. She was wearing a bluish night gown with white floral. She started picking clothes one by one from the tub, wringing it and putting for drying. And while she was bending over to pick up clothes from. The witches observed their handiwork with glee. A jock, looking big and muscled in his jersey, had a woman happily pinned to a wall as he hammered his relatively small cock into her. Beyond them was a small group of redheads thoroughly stripping each other while taking long sips from painted blood red lips. One woman kneeled not far away between two men, shifting her mouth from one cock to another as she sucked them to a completion that covered her face in milky white. Everywhere their eyes. Esfalan made his way back to the smithy where Eritsral was waiting. Together they discussed the differences in the coal steel and the steel that Esfalan was making."It's about making it supple and spreading the blow of impact while keeping it's shape." Esfalan was speaking of the steel for his armor. "The sword steel needs to be able to hold more of an edge, while flexing less since it shall be thicker, but this must be light enough to wear. What happens is the trace amounts of other elements. Her hands glided up his chest, to his shoulders and slipped his jacket off. They kicked their shoes off as easily as one would take off a coat with their opposite foot. ‘I want you… so bad,’ she said softly as she slipped his shirt off and dropped it at their feet. She wrapped her arms around his warm flesh and pulled him to the bed. They stood face to face at the edge of the bed. One more pound of leverage towards the bed and they would have toppled onto it. His lips moved down to her neck,.