I could see Babs rising and lowering on the Greek’s cock and her breasts bouncing up and down. I could tell that she was watching Ingrid doing the s...me thing. It wasn’t long before Babs had another orgasm and this must have been enough to set off Ingrid’s second big o as well. As Ingrid’s pussy tightened around my cock, I reached around and grabbed her breasts, one in each hand. When I rubbed her nipples between my fingers, I could tell that it intensified her orgasm even more as her pussy. Or maybe I’m Azor Ahai. Or the Night King.”“Azor Ahai is blasphemous talk, nonsense perpetuated by the cult of the false god known as R’hllor, the Red God, or the Lord of Light. I have come to bring an end to any such false religions, deceptions, corruption, and destructive foreign influence. The Night King is a myth favored by Northerners prone to superstition due to their fondness for the primitive ways of the old, false gods of the forest... , “ the High Sparrow dismissed talk of any legends. " OK, Joey, you talked yourself into your next job. I want you to get us a cannon mounted on a truck and test it. If it works, you'll go after those Birdmen goyim that have been hitting our convoys. You'll earn yourself a $10,000 bonus if you can get them." Shit, boss, thanks. I'll get them for you." Where do we get the cannon?" I know a guy in the Canadian Army that can arrange for us to steal one. It won't be cheap, though. It'll cost maybe $1,000. Can we swing that much?" Shit, that's steep!. “Let’s go and meet your lady.”They found Helen chatting easily with Betty in the kitchen. The (slightly) older woman looked at her husband. “George, meet Helen ... Geoff’s fiancée.”Helen’s eyes met Geoff’s. It was obvious that she was now relaxed, and those eyes reflected the slight smile that was on her lips.In bed that night, snuggled in Geoff’s arms, she thought about the experience. Her home, as a child, had been like the Billings’; quiet, relaxed, but purposeful. She thought her father.