. Damn, I haven’t been a ‘Sir’ in decades. Please call me Ragnvald.”“Okay, Ragnvald.”He took a deep breath.“You certainly know all those...stories about heroic Guardians, how they protect people and help people. Then there are stories that spread among the Guardians and most likely you are now part of those stories after that one year with them. Damn, some of those stories are even true, there is no doubt about that. But you can be sure that most of those stories are spread with purpose, and only. The second doctor had also undone his coat, and with his hand behind Jane’s head, pushed his cock into her mouth. The camera zoomed in to show her lips around the monster cock, and how she used her tongue around the swollen member. Meanwhile the other doctor wanted to take her from behind, and had spread her legs, lubricating her pussy lips with large amounts of sun tan oil.Nikki took a deep breath. Her fingers were sticky from playing with herself, and she licked them, tasting her youthful. “Recording it all, as though to make quite, quite sure you’ll go to prison for ever such a long time.” She came and sandwiched me between her slightly over-ripe body and Mrs Nering’s.“And the others are not even fifteen,” Mrs Nering stroked my ass.“So obviously I ought to dismiss you and call the police,” said Janice, helping herself to the other cheek. “Year 9! Tut tut.”“If only there were something I could do to make amends,” I said. Well what else could I do?“This is the deal,” said Janice. He described her as being "breathtaking" to behold, yet the fairest and kindest hearted woman you could ever know. He once admitted to me, while drunk on fine wine, that he too fell in love with her at first sight, yet, without reproach, she made it clear to him that while they would be the closest of family, that Gerbald was the man foretold in her dreams.Yes dreams, my mother apparently had lots of dreams. She could predict the weather, my father's luck on hunting excursions, and when the.