After we’re done there, we can evaluate where to go next.”“Sounds good to me. How will we get to MarineLand though? When we went there when I wa... younger, I remember it taking six hours or so.”“We’ll get there the same way you punched yourself in the back; portals. Since I’ve been there before, I can open a portal that will transport us there instantly.”“That’s handy, and makes me want the skill even more. There is one other creature I would like to scan. Know anywhere we can find a dragon for. I laugh because honestly at that statement all i can do is laugh. If i get angry, protest, become involved, speak up about how degrading it feels to have women openly laugh at masculinity then i prove (as i'm sure this blog will eventually end up there, if so hello ladies) the statement right. But if i grin and bear it, not say a word and laugh at my brothers who do protest what i feel is the equivalent of blowing up feminism, then i only aid the problem. Don't get me wrong, I understand. It. I moaned louder. I made my fingers go faster, and I could feel orgasm coming on. I took my fingers out and began to play with my clit, I took my other hand a stuck two fingers in my wet pussy again. I could feel myself building up until I finally screamed out his name and panted. God, I needed that. What the fuck is wrong with me? First, you don't agree with him in anything. Then, you let him kiss you? I sighed while my conscience and I fought. I turned over and looked at my clock. It read 3:00. She made a quick tour of the whole house. There were three bedrooms; the master (or was that mistress?) bedroom was not overly feminine but there were no outward signs of masculinity there. No male clothes, at least none that wouldn't fit her much smaller frame, no aftershave or any other of the male odds and sods that only until the day before filled her old room. The large wardrobe was full of women's clothes but Cassie got the impression there was more wardrobe than clothes, as if some one.