Desired sex, hungry whores, wild debauchery that will overcome my thirst and desire for a passionate, long-standing hat. I'm treating my big, gorgeous...brunette. A stump of stitched, wide and firm nipples that screams from the desire for kisses and male caresses. I put my fingers in my wet, lustrously gut. In a whitewashed, narrow pussy that cries for stiffness of manhood, would not have escaped her impetuous heat.I'm looking for something new, something unsuccessful in sex. I'm looking for. I looked down and saw that I had inches still unused. Well, save something for later, I thought. "You're tight and hot," I told her.She gave me a low chuckle. "I couldn't imagine a woman who wouldn't be tight on your big fucker," she said."True enough," I laughed. I put my hands on her twitching hips and worked up to a nice steady stroke, one that I knew I could sustain."Yes, yes, yes ... fuck me baby, fuck me baby," Connie chanted in time with my thrusts. I kept my pace nice and even despite. Her crazy wish had worked. Let him be the waitress for a while, and see how he liked it!"A little more coffee, Carol," Carol said in a demanding voice.The new Carol poured it with shaking hands - staring fascinated at 'her' old body. What a weird dream. But could you feel hot coffee in a dream?"Okay, I'll do it," Carol said to his black companion. He got the keys. "Better clean up the mess!" he ordered the new waitress.Frightened, the new Carol obeyed.As she got to work, the new Melvin noticed. ‘Tis better to let it rot in the storehouse than risk death or worse just to sell a few sacks of grain or a couple of cows.”Nathaniel had to agree.They arrived in Corvale. It was a large and prosperous town bordering the river Cor. It was surrounded on three sides by high stout walls and a deep water filled moat. There were three gates into the town. The fourth side was defended by the river. There was a ferry service that ran across to the far bank. Docks, wharves and warehouses lined the.