I knew what I wanted. Freedom. Never once did I doubt that adventurers could go everywhere, and do anything they wanted. Adventurers were free as a bi...d, always going to places I could only imagine. Without the strength to be a [Soldier] it’s all but impossible for poor peasant girls like me to become adventurers. I should have ended up apprenticed to someone with a crafting or gathering class, but willful children seem to have a magic of their own.During harvest, a traveling minstrel spent a. And with each lick of my tongue, each plunge of her mouth, the years fell from her. The White hair covering her mound darkened and turned golden as she summer sun, her bottom smoothed and firmed, like a young girl’s at her debut. And I could feel her fingers inside me, massaging, as my loins began to glow. I felt my balls swelling, the semen traveling upward to wait in sweet golden glow in preparation for release. She cried out, a deep agonizing moan, and shoved her sex violently against my. "Aaagh!" cried Hugo as Big Dick McCabe's big dick nudged his sphincter and his arsehole felt like it was about to burst into flames, "that feels great. Don't stop." Yeah, don't stop, McCabe," said Lady Sarah, "I'm really enjoying watching you fuck my grandson's arsehole."McCabe was enjoying himself too like he never felt he would and Hugo's cries were now just as loud as Lady Sarah's had been when he and McCabe had double fucked her an hour or so earlier. Hugo's grandmother moved round and. Hard nipples poked me as an electric shock flashed from my tongue to my toes. Fighting to not tear her clothes off, I gently held her face as our tongues wrestle with heat. Guiding her back to be my feast on the table, she stopped as her ass met the table. Then she sheepishly moved her head down but makes eye contact as her yoga pants and thong move down her legs then are thrown against the wall. As her cheeks slid on the wood finish, I sat down for dinner. Her legs rose up and onto my.