Duncan was experienced enough to determine distance and intentions much more accurately, and the rest of us had to rely on his warnings.I'd explained ...hat I remembered about the crosscut drifters from the game, just to pass the time, and at least the dwarves were interested. Except for Oghren, who refused to make eye contact, never mind actually admit to be listening.Each evening, I worked with Bel on quietly learning to sing. He wasn't bad, by my amateur assessment, and continued to be amazed. Applying gentle, steady pressure, I slowly slid my finger into his ass as deep as I could get it. In the position I was in, however, with my arms wrapped around the outside of his thighs, I couldn't get it in as far as either of us wanted. So I pulled my finger out of his ass and move both arms between his thighs. My right hand went immediately back to his asshole and I pressed my finger back up his hot ass. My left hand grasped up high around his nut sack, squeezing and pulling gently on his. As we sat down across from each other, I began ‘Do you always go out in public barefooted!?’ ‘Not usually! I live across the street in that apartment complex and I walked to my bestie’s apartment, and then I got hungry and decided to come over here, but I was too fucking lazy to go back home to get my flip flops, so I just said ‘What the fuck!” I was also turned on by her mention of flip flops, by far my favorite female footwear. ‘Was that comfortable?!’ I asked. ‘Oh yeah, I love walking. .. and you two are sisters ... and you have three other wives ... and you all like each other, even love each other.” Dave detected something amiss in her statement. She’d been making good eye contact before that and then suddenly seemed evasive.Dave corrected her, “Yes, we do love each other. Soon it’ll be Alice and five other wives once we marry Scarlett.”“You’re amazing,” Joyce crooned. “How can you do it? A movie star!”Dave teased, “‘How can we do it?’ Ask the question a different way and.