"No, I'm fine. Really. Don't worry. Everything is fine," I said smiling. But I couldn't stop rocking back and forth on Aaron's beautiful love rod. "Ju...t a little high from the drinks." And at that very moment I felt Aaron's engorged cock begin to pulse and throb and suddenly begin to flood my pussy with what seemed like endless gallons of hot, burning cum. Each forceful burst of his semen deep in my very, very receptive cunt drove me to paroxysms of pleasure. I had to lower my head again to. Now that summer was almost here, there would be caravans in plenty to hire on with.By the gray light of morning, the caravan looked much the way he had expected. The high wheeled wagons, each pulled by a pair of gronches, were little more than masses of mends and patches, and there were too few guards for the size of the caravan. On the other hand, the men's weapons were clean and sharp and the gronch harnesses, though much mended, were stout and in good repair."Hey, you!" Shantar looked up. ”“People make out in the bathrooms,” Heather pointed out.“Yeah, I guess. But still.”“It’s going to be hard to do anything legit with a couple in the boy’s bathroom. Too bad you nixed the penis idea. That would’ve been interesting.”“Pfft.”“What if you photograph someone carving the initials?”“Thought about it. But they’re old and rusty.”“Maybe a second, newer set, right next to it? Same letters?”“Maybe.”“Have you done any with our initials?” she asked.“No.”“You could always do that.”I could. But. She ask the man if he happen to sell any magical items, he said no. She then asked if he had sold anything in the past six months that could have been magical. He begins to say no, but he remembers a gentle man who was pretty excited about an old Arabian oil lamp. Then she knew that the lamp is the answer, she didn't know how, but she did. She ask who it was that bought the lamp. The shop keeper happened to keep a pretty organized inventory for the year and found it in his books. He show.