Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and ever...thing associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals. Adventurers were usually more accepting of his kind, mostly because they really didn’t care one way or another. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner. Savoring the flavor of sweat mixed with a bit of urine, mixed with a bit of sticky precum. When I felt her balls hit my chin, I started suckling her piece of meat like a baby goat at it's mother teet. I felt it beginning to stiffen up, and quickly sped up my pace, until it finally reached it's 10" glory, punching it's way down my throat, threatening to gag me! I then started sucking it with earnest, cupping Amy's big, low hanging ball sack with my right hand, as I reached around with my left. .On Saturday morning, Leanne knocked on the door again. Lisa and I were dressed this time, and Leanne looked serious. "Ah," she stammered. "I'm not sure if I should have. But I, er, I told Nuno about my sex teachers last night..." She tailed off, looking at her feet.Lisa and I looked at each other. It probably wouldn't be great if lots of people knew we'd been fucking our young neighbour. Could Nuno be trusted?Leanne saw our glance. "Oh, I didn't say who it was, I just told him it was an older. ”“So what’s on YOUR agenda, Cin?” Tina asked.“That crew in Missouri’s ready to come home. I’m taking Songbird up there to get them.”“Songbird?” I asked.“Yeah,” Cindy smiled. “That big twin-engined plane you were asking about. Hey, if you want ... I have room. It’s seven hundred miles and we’ll be back this evening.”“Barring any disasters,” Tina said.“What about Derek?”“You know, Tara, I watched Derek heading out yesterday afternoon with the Munchkins. He doesn’t seem like he’s tied to your.