“I thought about cooking your favorite, if we weren’t going out,” Aron eventually spoke.Aron? Cooking? Carter could not picture his best friend ...n the line-up for Master Chef, trying to undermine the other contestants just for a chance to suck up to Gordon Ramsay.“Oh, yeah?”He was kind of hungry. But Alex’s favorite was probably something vegan and out of whack that could not pass for edible stuff. That was how fashion icons kept skinny, he could bet. Oh, I’m vegan; actually, I cannot eat this. Thunderstorms were common in the area and, this time of year, were prone to spawning tornadoes. I comforted myself with the fact that I at least ought to be able to get indoors before any twisters hit. A few second later, another lightning bolt struck—close, I thought, probably striking the stadium, and the accompanying thunder was atop me in a shuddering crush of sound. Clearly, this was not good–the heart of the damn storm was right on top of me. I worked through pretty much my entire. Every now and then I would bend down and either lick or kiss the head of his dick fore me. He was growing with each stroke of my hand and to make it a bit more fun for him I would wrap my breast around his shaft as well. Or I would take his hand and have him feel my pussy that was the thing he enjoyed a lot. And as he fondled my pussy I could see the precum start to come out of the tip of his dick. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer so I sped up on my strokes and as he played with my. ”I tossed the sword from me.” I knew it. I felt it. I know I am a savage more than I like to admit, but what I did in the Halls was not me.”“You are strong. You are able to separate yourself. I am relieved it was not too late.”“But Tyr, it is only an object, just a sword. How can it have a will and try to make me do things?”The sword on the ground changed its shape and form right there. It grew longer and turned into a strangely shaped two hander. It was still a sword, but it had an odd almost.