”“Well, it’s partly our fault. If we didn’t have demigoddesses trying to kill us, the highway wouldn’t need clearing.”Thrak kissed my fore...ead. The orc was nothing but contradictions. A barbarian and a scholar. A brutal warrior and a gentle lover. Rage and love warred inside of him. He could unleash his rage and let it consume him, destroying all in his path. And other times his love moved him. Serisia, his dead wife, had been lucky to share her life with his.And so was I.I missed Serisia’s. Her size was 34-26-32 and I had a handful of her boobs. Her nipples were dark and sticking out and her aerolas were the size of a older 1 rupee coin. I started kneading the other breast and she was arching her hips with the ecstasy. I slowly unbuttoned her jeans and removed it off completely.She was wearing a light blue coloured panty which was soaked with her juices. I rolled out her panties and removed them. I slowly started licking her juices first and then started nibbling on her clit.. It all started with Reg having to fly east to his brother's funeral. He asked me to drop him off at the airport, which I did, and promised to pick him up when he returned in three days.That evening late I had a knock on the front door and when I opened it in staggered a drunken Marge. I always thought she was a non-drinker, but seeing her in this state was something new to me. She was no spring chicken either, in her early sixties, but still in good health. She was well-known for being a. Yes, I can definitely see the appeal. And the breasts, my God!” Candy confessed, “Hey, I’m into girls, too, in case you forgot. Obviously, I don’t just stick to sisters.”We all laughed at that.“Well, since I’m dreaming, why not fantasize about Chloe, Lisa, and Lisa’s hubby as part of our harem, joining us in bed on a regular basis? And throw some of the past and present line-up from Celtic Woman in with them. Like that violinist of theirs.”“Yeah, I know which one. I just can’t pronounce her.