Hope you enjoyed my last post my first timeI use to go home once a month to see mom/dad and my sister.I saw my s*s being changed in body. She started ...o grow tits bitfuller body. She always hug me when I go to home. It has been like that for 3 years. sister had 3 girls friends from school. They all were Indian like us. Those girls were very flirty. They seen my sister hugging me so they too started to hug me when ever they come home.We all get along fine. I had no intention to do any thing with. I saw this and i asked if i could help out, her daughter said pls..u give her some support i am feeling exhausted.I held her from her waist with one arm and gave her support and told my friend to go to hotel and unlock the door, me and aunty r coming slowly.She was nearly on me and her breast was touching me.I was busy in giving her support and some how she began to enjoy.She also hold me tightly and said it is very cold here and she holdme more tightly.We reached the hotel and i helped her to. “I need a new ball,” he told him.When Coach Miller had the ball, he took a piece of tape and taped it next to the laces, then called the whole team over and we knelt in prayer. Coach pulled out a black marker pen and signed the ball, handed it to Coach Clark and on to each assistant and each player on the team. By the time we had all signed it, there wasn’t many places left to write. Coach Miller pulled the tape off and asked what the boys’ name was. I told him Rick Carpenter, and he wrote his. The Orc shaman knew magic.She was untrained, unrefined, but she had power.“Pater's cock,” I cursed as I struggled to put my shield back in place before we were hit with more arrows.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Knight-Errant AngelaThere were a lot more orcs on the far side of the hill then I expected. I had cut through three archers when I reached the crest and gasped. They scrambled up the hill, their swarthy bodies covered in the cloaks of shaggy wolves. They howled in their guttural.