“You’re a hard man to find,” the man told him, revealing Lannister colors, “anyway, it’s been rough, trying to escape King’s Landing while...that Greyjoy bitch in her boots and cuirass with her bare buttocks mooning us all guards the docks. That’s not even counting the rumors about the Onion Knight taking over as Master of Ships. Few of us have been able to get away, so we’ve been hiding out and crawling slowly out of the capital. Name’s Decran Hill, m’lord. I hail from Lannisport. Yes, I’m a. I was trying to wave my hips and my breasts in very sexy style. My payals were generating sweet JHANKAR sound. And soon I saw that Salim’s Lund was getting erection. After completion of about half song his Lund got full erection, and again ready to fuck me. He pointed out me to come near him. I came near him dancing and he lifted the front portion of my Jumfer and pulled the nada of my Garara. Due to my heavy ass Garara did not fell on the ground at once so I kept dancing as usual. I started. On my sofa, with nothing to distract us but the barely imperceptible crackle of the candles that bathed us in a soft, warm glow, we talked and touched. She was in no rush and she was completely in control; I was just along for the ride and where we were going I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. “Here, put your head in my lap,” she instructed me and I quickly followed her command. I felt warm and safe there, staring up at the ceiling as we conversed about life and love and the work of James. ‘Pat, could you bring me one of the body towels?’ I grab the one with the tropical flowers and walk up behind you. As I open the towel and raise it to envelop you, I have to fight off an urge to peer over your shoulder to see your breasts. Slowly my arms encircle you from behind and close the towel around you. Before I can pull my arms back, yours slip over mine and draw them tightly to your chest. I clear my throat as I realize that you are clasping my arms against your bosoms. You hold me so.