I was facedwith two possible futures: to become a thief in some city or to fleeto the forests, learning how to live by myself. I chose the secondoptio..., learning to become a hunter.My predilection for wondrous stories, however, never left me. Everytime I went to the local market to trade fur and other products frommy hunting activities I spent some time at the local Tavern to hearfolk tales, songs and sagas. People accused me of being a romanticfool and that day I was convinced that the. But I’m not gay. It would be fairly honest for me to say that I just haven’t found the right man.” “Have you ever been close to getting married?” he asked. “Not really,” she answered. Without any more prodding and probably with the help of multiple bottles of wine she continued. “My father has always insisted that I have to marry a Chinese man. Quite honestly, I have dated a few men of my nationality. Even more than loving them, I’ve tried to just like them. But Chinese men are, for lack of a. .whore." He kissed her cheek as he said those words though, making her mind whirl. She was disgusted at the thought of him fucking her, doing anything sexual with her for that matter, but as he slid deeper into her ass the sensation of two cocks made her whine with lust. And that made her want him to fuck her. She turned away, finding a rhythm that allowed the two...men...fucking her to fill her, then pull out, then back IN, mmmmm, then out, then IN again, wow. One of the guys she was jerking. My fingers dislodge from her ass as she falls back against my chest. Her fingers still work over her clit as my cock stays deep inside her cunt.I move my hand around to hold her, falling against her breast. I hold her to me, squeezing the firm globe and pinching the stiff little nipple between my fingers. Olivia moans louder still as I pull on the hard little nub. My mouth finds her shoulder and after a few soft kisses I open my mouth and let my teeth sink against her flesh. Her moan is.