"The Winter King died back during the forming of the Wards of the North, and another has never risen!" You are right, so far..." Artuma said with some...feeling. "But though there is yet no Winter King, there are those who still believe, and those who still wait." You are one of those then who waits?" Odd, I'd have never taken Artuma for a worshiper of anything but his trade. Perhaps that was merely a case of me painting him with the broad brush of the usual expectations."Indeed I am, and that. .”“You will,” I promised, grinding my cigarette butt into the gravel, “but first, I’d really like a drink.”I stopped inside the large bar and dance area and looked around. Fred had paid at the door for me to get in then went ahead of me to order us drinks. I’d had to put my purse and phone back in the car. They allowed neither inside. After returning and going in with Fred, I took in the sights.The bar itself was nothing unusual, a curved L-shape along one wall with stools and a dark-wooden. I'm not sure what it was that affected us so; it was maybe a combination of things. The attitude of officialdom certainly hadn't helped but we all had the feeling that somehow nothing had been resolved to our satisfaction. We had told our story and were now out of the loop. We had no idea whether the plutonium had been found. We had even less of a clue as to how the authorities would now proceed. We could only hope they would act rapidly to address the appalling situation. The thing that. She reached Emma's pussy; looked at me with hot desire and extended her tongue and licked up and down Emma's slit; I could see some of my cum on her tongue, she swallowed and then drove her tongue into Emma's cunt. Emma moaned out in bliss as she reached her orgasm flooding Lynne's mouth with mine and her juices. This was too much for Doug, Lynne was on all fours licking away so had her fanny exposed and he shoved cock inside her; thrust hard and shot his cum into her; he kept thrusting, how.