Nice and pale, surprisingly so for a warrior and knight like him. Then again, he was a bit of a dandy for a knight, wasn’t he? The Knight of Flowers... they called him, even if he unhorsed many a knight far manlier than he.In any case, he was now my lover, well, one of many of them. He ... and his sister, Queen Margaery Tyrell. Brother and sister, lovers to the same man, sharing him with each other like a toy. Or rather, they were both MY toys, weren’t they, I thought to myself with a smirk. Yes,. She fell on the table itself, I kissed her cheeks and said how beautiful she looks, she said her pussy is swollen and hurting badly, I took a few ice cubes and put in polythene bag and kept over swollen vagina, it was tickling her but she said its reducing the pain and makes her horny again.She said her pussy became too cold now, I got up from the chair I spanked her pussy with my swollen hard penis, she felt the warmth, looked at my dick and pushed me to the chair, I wickedly smiled and sat on. Sherri pulled on some chest hairs.Emma was the boldest by reaching between my legs and stroking on my cock. Sherri stuck her two index fingers in my mouth and spread it wide open. I made the “Unnnnh” sound which anyone who has their mouth spread open like that is obligated to make.Hands. Hands everywhere is all I felt. Clearly, way too many at once to be a single person yet I had no idea who was where or who was doing what. It was an incredible sensation of helplessness.“Alright, let’s kick. Above ground,When we were stillPackages wrappedIn flesh, we could astound,But, now, we are hardPressed to stir exceptWith the aid of worms.At one time, breastsWere all in all for me,Accessories to wearWith my newfound femininity,Accoutrements, one might say,Of my ambiguous masculinity,Decorations for my androgyny,But, now, here, in the cold,Dark grave, such mattersMatter not, for I am notHalf the girl I used to be.SLEEPLESS IN LAS VEGASThere is no shelterFrom the storm;There is only thunderAnd.