“Sure,” Paul responded.He walked back around the bed to the other side, opening his own beer and taking a big swig as he went.As he rounded the be... he pondered this unusual situation he momentarily found himself in: being able to look at a buck-naked Marcy and not be going wild with male urges. He’d even stared straight up her legs to her glistening pink pussy before and it wasn’t even the slightest bit distracted. She was still a lovely sight to behold, every last inch of her. But looking at. I'd even tried to roba lone merchant that I'd spotted on the road. None were workableoptions. Farmers had money but very little of it. The bandits stolemostly goods and supplies, not coin. When I tried to steal from themerchant, I learned why that was. Merchants hardly carried any moneyat all. They spent their money on goods, brought those somewhere tosell, then converted the money they made into a new set of goods thatthey could bring back the other way. Merchants on this road. For all in this room, including her aunt, to who she would succeed as Queen being the only surviving heir, she was a pawn in various games of gathering power at court. She loved none, and distrusted all. Nevertheless, suddenly, the touch of this man’s lips sent a sensation through her skin to her very core. His was the touch of both passion and drive. She could see in his eyes the same Machiavellian machinations within machinations. However, his was not cold politics, his was a dangerous. This meeting up goin to this oldwhite mans house became a regualr event in our teens tillone day we got so high an drunk we all had hardons litterally pokin out of our trousers to the point we wer bursting.it was then the old man now being aqqainted few weeks asked us if we minded if he cud pull his cok out in front of us as he was very uncomfortable we wer all so horny an said we didnt mind in fact secreltyi think we all wanted to do the same but wer too embarssed to step up an make amove.we.