He closed his eyes, wincing at the smell of the foul moonshine Oghren had been drinking, and tried to think about anything other than the beautiful wo...an kneeling at his feet. He avoided thinking about the dungeon or the torture – he wasn’t quite ready to traumatize himself to that degree to avoid a little embarrassment – but tried instead to think about the Grand Cleric, the darkspawn, or archery ... He opened his eyes to see a mischievous expression on her face. Leliana knelt almost. No, blurry is the wrong word; it was more like static, an electrical crackle muddying up her feelings and emotions. I was still reading her, but not well, bits and pieces obscured by noise. It made my head throb.“Unh, crap. It’s not working very well, Julia, it’s fucked up and making me feel like crap, but you… you still feel euphoric, the high because Sara lived I guess, what we all had, and, uh, you’re incredulous…” I laughed softly, which made my head spin. “And you’re worried about. Dazu kam das Sarah starken Durst hatte, ihre Wasserflasche aber inzwischen leer war.Still vor sich hin fluchend stolperte das Mädchen weiter, zunächst noch einem schmalen Ziegenpfad folgend der sich aber irgendwann zwischen den immer grösser werdenden Felsen verlor. Trotz einer guten Karte hatte Sarah die Orientierung verloren. Sie hatte keinen blassen Schimmer wo sie sich befand. Es wurde immer dunkler und um fünf Uhr Nachmittags war es schon so finster wie sonst erst gegen zehn. Dann kam der. I gave his balls a good squeeze and Karim moaned an ˜aaaah loud. Of course he enjoyed it. Tracing my fingers around the balls for a long duration teasing him sufficiently I ran my fingers along the base of his shaft. He let out a low growl as I began my pilgrimage and my fingers began their quest of reaching the tip of his shivlinga It was my turn to be surprised. As I kept moving my fingers he kept growling louder, but what was not happening was that I did not reach the tip yet. My fingers.