Slipping his thumbs past her pussy lips, Manolito slowly parted her to his searing gaze. Moaning low in her throat, Clara pushed her hips out, offerin... herself as bluntly as possible. ‘Hurry, Manolito.’ When he just looked up at her like he knew what he was doing to her with a promise that the ache was going to get worse before better, she whimpered, ‘Please jungle man. Please touch me.’ Growling, he mindlessly dove for her cunt. He licked her from her clit down in one swoop. Clara’s words. Their faces were weathered by the cold temperatures in the higher climes. Their bodies were scarred. Their hair was long and unkempt and their beards unruly. They were a frightening sight even before someone saw their long swords, bows and daggers.In the year it took him to reach the capital, Jorgarn had poisoned meat, beheaded children, burned villages to the ground with their inhabitants inside and destroyed a dozen years' worth of crops. He made sure he left one survivor at each spot so the. .. or himself. Although, considering how his cock was beginning to grow now, he might not have needed it.At dinner Ed had noticed Carol's well manicured lovely red fingernails, just fingertip long and rounded. He loved red painted fingernails on women and the sight of Carol's had made him think of how her slim fingers with their deep red colored nails would look wrapped around his hard cock. At dinner it had only been an older man's fantasy. Now, hopefully, it would become a reality.Carol. And then, realizing that Harry would be back any second, she broke the connection between them, glancing down, pretending to concentrate on her shoes.Harry was pushing his way toward her through the crowd, a couple of Buds in his upraised hands. He was trying to get to her, but not having much success with the dancers and watchers who clogged the way. Harry was in his late thirties, but reasonably fit. He worked out faithfully at Gold's every Tuesday and Thursday. He tried to dress younger than.