„Wanna take a look around?“ I asked.He nodded and I got up from my sofa. I still couldn't believe I was on an actual date. But the funniest thing ...bout it was, that it seemed as if Karl wasn't too sure how to proceed either. I showed him my livingroom, the wooden tv-board on which the most expensive pierce of furniture I owned was placed, a flatscreen-tv I had gotten as a gift from my grandma. Then I showed him the small corner, in which my desk stood. In front of it there was a small chair and. Tanya opens a bottle of red wine. The best she has left.Tanya starts to dream: will she be admitted with five A's? Earn a free first lesson perhaps at PP?Tanya stares at his photograph and the texts in his profile: "Philosopher, Scientist, Grey Hippie"?Tanya's eyes flash back to his photo grey hair indeed. No wonder, at over sixty. Not a 'Mr. Grey'!?Tanya read all books of course. Like all women it turned her on, but an important aspect lacked.Tanya doesn't mean the lack of literary value, as. Suddenly his hand was on my inner thigh, running the length of my stockings and onto my silky soft flesh, coming to rest on my crotch, warm and wet, slippery and open, into which he inserted a finger and twisted it around, feeling every fold of sensitive flesh, designed to envelope and hold a mans cock, teasing and massaging it to deliver the seed of life.I slid further down the back seat, with my ass now in full view of the drivers rear view mirror, but I was too far gone to care. He had. "Welcome one and all to the sorcery tournament. Here, individuals will fight each other until they are too tired to continue on. The guards will determine when you are unfit and withdraw you from the fray when that time comes." The King boomed, suddenly comanding everyone's attention.I noticed instantly that he was using a spell to make his voice louder and heard by all."The only rules of this tournament are to fight using magic alone and that you cannot kill your fellow opponets. Failure to.