Our heroes cannot let that happen.The village of Southmarch, to the south, obviously, have reported that Goblins and Sexlings alike have been raiding ...he homes on their outskirts, taking prisoners and supplies and burning homes. The men, more often than not, are left to die, but the women...As the land dries up, so do the fertile beings who were to keep it all populated. Now the women are the currency, traded for goods, for pleasure... Those who are fertile are traded as breeding stock. And. My son who was now in his teens and sexually aware became the focus of my sexual fantasies, mostly due to the fact I would lie and listen to him masturbate, then touch and smell his sheets where his semen was encrusted in places.I moved around the apartment in my undies, something, though unspoken, excited both of us, even letting him use the bathroom as I bathed or showered, soon being nude around him became normal, but inside I knew it was what I wanted, he sexually aroused me, and in return. .until my sweat made me shiver from exerting so much, but I was on acrowded bus and...And I started thinking, as your brain often does when under the control ofother impulses than reason. Well, everyone was asleep, after all. I liftedmyself up a little to surreptitiously check all around me, you know, justin case. Not a soul. And my neighbor, well she wasn't responding to thehand-wave-over-face check. And I WAS horny as all fuck...I didn't start out too strong. Just a little bit of squeezing. ‘She just texted me, she’s here!’ Ashley exuded. I slipped my shoes on and hopped in the elevator. The first time in the evening that I felt like I had a moment alone with my thoughts. This was actually going to happen, holy shit I can’t believe it. I felt like a k**, no joke. The doors opened to the lobby and I spotted her in a sexy red dress across the room. We walked toward one other, she looked calm and cool but I couldn’t hold my smile back. ‘Hi, i’m Michael, nice to meet you.’ I said. I.