. and well we are very close. Myhusband is away so much, so Chris and I spend a lot of time together." That is so wonderful and he really does make su...h a pretty girl - youmust be so proud." I am. No mother could ask for a better son. He loves his 'girl time' andI now have the "daughter' I have always wanted."The women paused and looked at Christine who was dressing up a Bratz dollwith another little 'girl' Susan. Susan whispered something to him andthe two 'girls' began to giggle. The women. At some point Aya held out her right arm. John could see a delicate drawing of a deer on the underside of her right forearm. It looked like a tattoo and yet he knew it was not. It did not look at all permanent. She had a coloured wristband on her wrist. If forced John would describe the wristband’s colour as burnt orange. “Nice picture of a deer. Did you draw it?” Aya giggled softly. “Yeah I was bored.” He laughed and pulled her closer. She was a good artist too. He wanted this girl. He kissed. Ser Jorah wasn’t blind to that fact in the least. Things were far tamer in that sense. Well, for now, at any rate. That was a wonderful holiday in King’s Landing, but it wasn’t to last forever, was it?As for Tyrion, who knew? It was hard to say with the Imp. He definitely still drank like a fish, but whores were harder to come by of late, on this northward march that was much more about marching to face the enemy, the Army of the Dead. At least the drinking seemed to keep his mind sharp, a. Before I knew it she was back on my face and was pulling on the top of my head as she started to grind around. I pushed my tongue into her and started to try and please her, but her urgency made it difficult as frequently her weight ground it into my teeth and her weight was really starting to make my jaw ache. Thankfully, this face **** was fairly rapid as soon I realised her body was convulsing in the throes of orgasm, much quicker than normal and she actually gushed into my mouth. As the.