She smiled at me.“Fingering my cunt.” she acknowledged. “And I hear him say he’d often wondered what it would be like to have a man up his ar...e.”“And what did Shelley say?”“She said, and I quote. ‘I’d love to see some big pricked man fucking your arsehole and making you his whore.’ and she started to cum.”“Shelley said that?” I asked in disbelief. “Little ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ Shelley.”“Butter’s the only thing that wouldn’t melt. She’s a little whore on the quiet.”“Never!”“You. He only needed to journey for twomore days, and he could finally reach the destination of his journey, thetemple of the goddess. She could finally give him her blessing, so thathe could slay the demon lord himself, and all that terror would finallyend. Normalcy would finally return.And yet, he couldn't get up. His knees were still far too weak, his armscouldn't manage to push him up from the ground. It was just another signof how dire things got - Isaac had to expend all of his energy in. At the party my husbnad made a fool of himself and got rather drunk ,he then tried it on with a few of the women there and upset me .This black guy darly saw what was happening and got talking to me and at the end of the night gave me a kiss as we were leaving ,my husband too drunk to notice.I didnt think anything of it until a week later when Daryl phoned me out of the blue (he got my nember from one of the others at the party)I was i must admit flattered and as I was already upset with my. “Hey David,” John said.“Yes John, what can I do for you?” David replied“Is there anything that I can do for you?” John asked.“Um, at the moment, I don’t think so,” David said.“OK, but if you think of anything just tell me and I’ll take care of it,” was John’s reply.John finished his scrambled eggs and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane’s plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too.