His body aches for her as he watches her speed away, longing to be the horse upon which she rides. Hand on his sword, he gives her one last look and s...ys a silent prayer as she speeds off into the distance. The battle is a short one and many soldiers are lost before the Queynosians make their retreat. Just before nightfall he hears the sound of beating hooves upon the gravel and looks up to see his horse galloping towards the camp at lightning speed. Something is wrong. She could not possibly. " So are you tattooed all over?"Almost, my boobs are clear, so is everything that shows when I'm fully clothed. Whilst I love body art, I can't understand people who have their faces and hands done, there are times when it's important to present a facade of respectability." Do you mind me asking, are your boobs real?" I don't mind you asking, and I don't mind telling you that they're fake, but very good fakes. I was originally about the same cup-size as my beautiful friend Amy," I rolled over. That evening I met my friends and had a nice time, loafed the city, had a nice drink and dinner and came back to my room. I told then I am going to Trichur in the afternoon, they said will meet for lunch, I told don't want cause it will take a long time and will become late by the time I reach Trichur. I went to the room and thinking of Sarita I masturbated twice that night in anticipation of her coming the next day morning. I woke up at 7.30am, I peeped thru the window to see if she was. I felt him stand up and I had to release his cock from my mouth, thinking the night was over. Happily, it was not. A hand was reaching under my shorts and massaging my balls and rock hard cock. I rose to my feet and turned around to find four studs looking at me. The man who had been messaging my cock and ass whispered, "I want some some of those white cakes". As luck would have it, I was staring into the face of a middle age black man who was sporting probably an eight inch, very thick.