There were several women that commented on his tux and what it showed. That made him smile.Music played as they waited. It had been selected by the ot...er Frank. As usual he had selected just the right music for the occasion even though it was not traditional. At least it wasn't until it changed to the Wedding March.Everyone turned to the back of the room. There they saw a little girl about five years old, in a blue dress, holding a basket. As she started down the aisle she reached in the basket. She thought he was funny, in a nerdy way. She got to know him and fell in love with him. They kissed and fondled sometimes, but she never let him put his cock in her.She knew Gary would often get hard-ons when they were dancing, or just holding hands, or sometimes even just by speaking to each other. She liked to be desired, and although she had no intention of ever letting him satisfy that desire, she often stimulated it.Emma often wore short skirts, sexy heels and low cut tops when they went. He was a slim youth, small-framed, with sandy hair and with such incredible puffy, ruby lips, that Adrian wondered if he used lipstick. He had small hands, but muscular arms and carried himself with a distinct feminine air. He enjoyed chatting with the secretaries and other female workers, but rarely interacted with the other men in the office. He had been getting the distinct feeling lately, that Patrick was actually flirting with him! Oh, the bits of brown-nosing were to be expected, like. It wasn’t a savage fight, it was a rout. The fleeing Raiders scattered, throwing down their shields to outrun their comrades. Those wounded in the leg from the arrows didn’t have a chance, so they fled along the river bank hoping the horsemen wouldn’t turn back towards them. With practiced ease the lancer’s column broke apart into pairs of horsemen to hunt the disheartened Raiders running across the farm fields. The Wolves’ war cries followed the lancers as they ran across the bridge to.