Where are you from? The sexy stud smiles, and tells me he’s from the region of Laval, Quebec. I smile at that. I was so right. The metropolis of Mon...real and the Laval area aren’t too far from each other. I introduced myself as Azeeza Amir and extend my hand for him to shake. He hesitates. Like a lot of Canadians, he’s used to hijab-wearing Muslim women who won’t shake hands with men they aren’t related to because they follow Islamic custom to the letter. Not me. Hesitantly, he shakes my hand,. ”I didn’t want to stop him but I did.”Mike, wait a minute,” I said, stopping. “Pull out of me while I adjust my position.”Mike did as he was told and his cock slid out of my ass easily. I pulled my cock out of my wife and she squealed and wiggled her ass again. I moved up and pushed against her ass hole, making her stop moving. I kept pushing and entered her ass, making her gasp from the pain.“No don’t, honey. I’ve never had a cock up my ass before. It hurts too much.””Just relax,” I said,. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need to release, I need tooooooo…ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh…” Harold finally reached his goal and released his load inside her, it was now official he was no longer a virgin.“Keep fucking me, fuck me harder, harder, harder…..don’t stop till I tell you.” He did not know what was going on but he continued to follow her directions. He did notice that he kept his erection and was able to keep going and since he wanted to be a good boy why not. She had noticed that he did. And now, who knew? Maybe the Iron Hammer would let a warlord of theirs settle in the city? Or a tribe of giants? Or maybe the hellcats could frolic in the ancient streets as they let the forest in?I looked at the mighty trees: Firs, pines, oaks, birches, and the all the lesser bushes, and I sighed. I had some woodcraft, but a trek through a forest this thick might very well be my first, and last, adventure. As my hand went to my sword I wished I had a bow, for hunting.Then I swore as I realized.