Suffice it to say that once he ascertained Anarion's identity the threats and bluster stopped. (The surliness, however, remained and still does to thi... day)We were immediately beset upon by agents of Sir Whelan who had been observing their trap and hoping for sight of the beast that afflicted them. They were insistent that Thror be returned to his place on the stump. Suffice it to say that Thror disagreed and dared them to try now that he was awake, even if not armed or armoured. The townsfolk. I was lost for words, shocked even and very, very pleased! (Marks out of two? I’ll give her “one”!) She was about the same height as me, perhaps nine or ten years younger. She had dark, shoulder-length hair, was slim-ish (I would say about a size 14-16) and had a pronounced cleavage, curvy hips, fabulous legs, and a smile to die for. Perfect!We chatted for hours, got to know one another and exchanged loads of photos, all of mine in transvestite mode of course. As days went by, we learned more. In time - how much doesn't really matter - you sigh. I feel an ember of warmth reflected back to me and see a hint of color where your arms and legs peek from your clothing.You pull back from me a bit, pushing yourself up on my chest to look at me eye to eye. I see sorrow, pain, life, beauty, so many things. I know I can't give everything you need. Perhaps nothing of lasting value, but it doesn't matter. The light around us is just a little warmer for now, and that's enough now.There is. After the shock of the initial ejaculation, her head swiftly resumed its rhythmic bouncing motion. Her lips were stroking me effectively, with a firm by soft hold around the shaft, while my balls kept throbbing and firing."Nnghh! Nn-nnh!" I grunted deep.The spurts were weighty and powerful, but a mother just can't spit her son's semen away, so my mother's throat was constantly working while her lips took care of the stroking. Seeing such natural and maternal instincts in action, filled me with.