First, King Landor twice stole the woman that Cruit's father planned to marry. Now Sir Torbert was doing his best to kill any dream the Symingtons had...of redemption. But the final stroke came when Cruit arrived at his bunk.There was a message from the castle. The Queen had cancelled any further dining engagements. She had written that she no longer viewed him as the best candidate for the role of Knight Protector.But it was her final salvo that brought blood to Symington' face. The Queen wrote. But all those benefits were useless if there were no candidates, virgin or not. The village elders sat around the council table morosely drinking the local fiery spirit. What could we do? Someone suggested brainstorming to see if that would help. Some of the ideas were ridiculous such as importing a virgin from another village. They didn’t have twenty-one year old virgins either.After half a bottle of spirit each someone, I don’t know who, whispered:“What about Andreas?”Several of the council. (I mean, who knew?)Mark's best feature, other than his hunky bod is his penis. I've always been fascinated by it. He can do more things with that boner of his than any of the other guys I've been with before or since. He's so talented in the penis department that I can't think of going to the prom with anyone else. The after the prom parties would be lack-luster without Mark's handsome prick to play with. The only problem was that he'd already invited Sharon.No real problem there, all I had to. She wondered what would be happening in there today.“Oh, God,” Avantika hissed and bit her lips as she saw her father-in-law sitting on the rectangular stool as usual. He was naked, his cock standing erect. She was astonished by the size of her father-in-law’s cock. She had seen glimpses of his cock last night, but now she had the full view of it.It must have easily been at least 8 inches long, and it was very thick. No wonder Gayatri enjoyed taking it. His body was nicely coated with oil. His.