“I asked the school, three times, to fix it,” Marco seethed, glancing up angrily at the creamy gray sky as we were walking down a tree-lined prome...ade, on the way to give our classes. Even under the penumbra of sagging clouds, I could see that the lines on Marco’s face were growing deeper, especially the crinkles on his forehead. The dude had seemed to age five years in only the short time we’d been there.Another of our colleagues was with us, Rick, a late middle-aged Clevelander with leathery. Before me sits a woman who is Dragonborn, Dovahkiin, undisputed mistress of the Way of the Voice. Before me sits a woman who has saved Skyrim and all Tamriel from Alduin the World Eater, saved Skyrim and all Tamriel from destruction by a plot of the Daedric Lord Molag Bal, saved the very life of one who could be her enemy, Jarl Elisif of Solitude, and even married her, becoming the Jarl Consort of Solitude and thus also entering the ranks of rulers of Skyrim.”“And I count my own life as one she. I was alone and we were staring at each other for a while now. To my fortune, she took out a cigar and lit it up with a matchstick. I signalled her to pass the matchstick box and she threw it towards me. The box had a hotel’s (located in Gurgaon) name printed on it.I lit up my cigarette and thanked her by going towards her table and giving her the box back. I asked her if she was alone there and she replied Yes, she was on a business visit from Malaysia. She was an Indian, aged around 40 but. Lena gasped dramatically when Ron finally shoved it in and Jeff knew she was giving a show and he grinned. Ron had never fucked a woman before so he was glad that Lena was being cool about this. Ron lasted a good while despite his fast and erratic humping and Lena acted as if it were the best fuck she’d ever had. Jeff was almost convinced she had come when she screamed “Yes!” over and over just before Ron let out a strangled cry of ecstasy. “Let’s all go to my room,” Jeff said. “Okay Lena?”.