Then you go back to dozing for hours on end with nothing but fuck-mags to distract you, struggling to stay awake in case the higher up SDO tries to bu...t you for sleeping on duty.This particular Saturday night proved not only to be less boring, but most informative. Captain Joe, my company CO came wandering in wearing shorts and a t-shirt and poured himself coffee. I was on high alert. Why would he show up here, especially on the Saturday night of a four day weekend? He wasn't drunk, but it's. Although I still thought everything of the occult was smoke and mirrors. Boy was I wrong. Oh by the way my name is Micheal Saber I am currently a freshman at my high school in Virginia.Anyway, as I was reading this book it stated that a wizard could not undo a spell unless it had a duration to begin, with a curse being a type of spell that could be removed with some great effort on a wizards part, otherwise the victim would have to live out the curse until he found the way to break it.Needless. He continues by leaning backward until laying flat with you straddling his hips. What a view he has of you with your bum cheeks spread wide, his cock deep inside between your pussy lips. It feels wonderful as you rock back and forth, cupping bothbreasts in your hands.Your friend watches with renewed delight, having a beautiful view of both of you, your full lips, with his hard cock sliding in and out, his balls hanging below as he thrusts. The juices from you excitement drips down his shaft. Why was he so intent on stealingthis little band of fucking gold back? It wasn't like it was a fancylittle piece of fluff after all. It was a plain gold band with noornamentation beyond the lettering that only appeared when it was heatedup.Fuck it. Burn the fucking gold band, go home, maybe get laid...Frodo paused in his crawl. Ahead of him he could see the entrance toMount Duum. He'd like to get laid. After all he was thirty-three fuckingyears old and no one had even looked at him yet. If he.