He seemed very kindand intelligent and had a very quiet voice. ?Drinks in the Presbyterytonight if you?d like to join us. You?re most welcome. Or some...soft drink,?he added as he shook Mandy?s hand. He seemed to be unsure whether she waslegally old enough to drink alcohol. The thought occurred to Mandy thatprobably she wasn?t. Others were heading down the street in a group,evidently having accepted the invitation to have a drink on a cold night.?Fox and Hounds for us, Father,? one of them. That a warrior and a leader of men indulge in the healing arts seemed unmanly to Denother. But his father was dead, and the responsibilities of being a leader to his people buoyed Faramir's work. It was exacting work; it wasn't just a matter of sprinkling a few herbaceous materials in some hot water. Proportions had to be precise; timing was often literally 'of the essence.' And above all, the healer's heart and mind had to be in harmony with the intended effect.A side-effect of this particular. Such was the occasion that he didn't believe would continue made him record it, photo after photo was taken of his wife in various positions and finally when he bent her over, it wasn't for a photo but a fuck up the bum. This time she did erupt, her howl even disturbed the neighbour's cat that frequent the shade area of the yard. This time her whole being vibrated and he had difficulty grabbing and holding her tits, but he rode her, forcing her down onto the lounge while ravishing that little. “Silk how big is Reed?” He asked half expecting her to laugh.“Not as big as you,” she hissed and bore down against the pain.Michael looked down into his hand and saw the vibrator. Duh, he thought to himself as he turned it on, the he reached around and found her pussy. When he hit her clit with the vibrations, she loosened up greatly. Michael slid in some more and when he reached a point she moaned loudly and pressed back onto him. Quickly he was all the way in her ass. Keeping the vibrator on.