"Aragoth of Elkwood." I answered, trying to sound surer than I was. I could think of no one who would better suit what I saw, but Ethric was fond of s...ringing the unknown on me when I least expected it. I let the rest of my senses touch the wards as I answered, getting a feel for the magic of them. I'd had a chance to feel a few of Aragoth's workings before, and this 'tasted' like those things of his I already knew. Cleaner though, less convoluted, purer."Probably from before the Cicasian. When I landed on my back she was already on top of me, grabbing my wrists and forcing my hands to the carpet. She was on her knees, straddling my hips. With perfect precision she lowered herself onto me and somehow had my semi-rigid shaft wrapped by the hot walls of her pussy. It looked strange, her dress completely hiding what was happening beneath. But her body was anything but still as she rode my shaft up and down, forward and back, like a mad woman. Within a minute I was as hard as when I. I love that, the way men look at me with anticipation, and women with a kind of contempt. Just for being cheap and tarty. It’s a good feeling.I have taken to wearing tight black skirts that finish a bit above the knees. You know the kind, the ones common office girls wear. The office girls that make eyes at all the men, cross their legs showing a bit too much thigh and lick their lips slowly in front of the boys and when the boys try it on they flash their tiny diamond engagement rings to. ”“I’d hope it was already dead,” I commented, but I’m happy to indulge the woman I love.”“You!” She poked me hard in the ribs.I confess ... I like junk food. Not all the time, but certainly from time to time, and sitting at a picnic table with Wendy, in the spring sunshine was very pleasant. The coffee ... lets be polite ... was indifferent, but it was hot and wet. The burger and the chips were very good, actually. I met the woman with the Labrador as I was on my way to the toilet.“It’s lovely.