I have dark brown hair, green eyes and a pale complexion, almost alabaster. I have 36 C breasts. My parents are still together, though I know for cert...in that they haven't had sex for at least a year. My mother is usually out late at night, and when she does come home, she smells of sex and cologne that isn't my fathers, so she's obviously out screwing around with other men. While she's out being a whore, my father stays at home, cooks, cleans and is both my part time mother and father.My. “Seen it before…in my country”, added the student.“Dyke fight ?”, asked the old man“Yes…dykes fighting to the death”, answered the young man.“To dykes catfighting to the death”, yelled Richard like it was a toast, as the four men approached each other and touched cocks.“Big cockfight, I hear”, said Nigel, “Wish I had seen it”, turning to the old man next to him.“Oh you would have liked it”, answered the old man, “Big cocks on big men”. “A big fight…rough too…swordfight with punches and. She loosened the kiss to get up and breath out a bit in pain. “Oh you bloody,” she said with a wild rumbling tone. She held my shoulder tightly pressing thumbnails into the upper part of my chest and started biting my chin.I grabbed her other ass cheek hard exerting all her biting pain on my chin in the pressure of my hands. We both were going wild with our bodies rubbing against each other. We were hugging and squeezing and biting like bloody wild beasts in the mating season depression. My. "I took all the watches last night." It must be this outdoors air... or are you feeling better without all the wine?" That I am!"We mounted up and I took the lead from Blaster. I led the horses over the rise into the small vale we saw last night. It was empty. We had to lead our horses carefully through the trees, but even so, we made very good time, exiting the vale before lunchtime.The north end of the vale was a narrow defile, walls of fine stone reaching up high over our heads on either.