She smiled back. "Cheeky bastard." she said, but with a big grin. She sat more upright, peering at the pack. "Twelve?" she giggled "Bit of an optimist... aren't you?"I shrugged, and chuckled.She pushed her self up out of the chair and moved toward me. She stood very close. Her crotch was level with my face and only a couple of feet away. I could smell her sex, and see the clear outline of her pussy beyond the tight lycra. She ran a hand up her leg, under her t-shirt and massaged one of her tits.. . tugging at her nipples, squeezing first one and then the other bringing them closer and closer to the threshold of pain and his tongue drove deep inside her, feeling the texture of her walls, tasting the fluid of her passion and she pressed down against him as her finger followed him in.Her hips rose and fell in rhythm with his movements and tears of passion formed at the corners of her eyes and his tongue drove deep inside her. His hand moved over her hips, caressed her stomach and she. Actually, they were more like replacements than additions, as they outright replaced the regular Kobolds once we got to the fourth floor.While the warriors and archers did add some difficulty, we were able to make quick work of the two floors. They were smaller than we were expecting them to be, with each only having five chambers to go through, without any of the branching paths we had come across on the second floor.Each of us gained another two levels over the two floors, bringing us up to. I always wanted to see another man pouring the meat to her while I laid some pipe with his wife. Then I could jump on my wife and add my nut juice to her mix. She has always resisted. After five years of marriage we went to the lake to party for the weekend. We met up with some party people that had a party barge and tied up our boat and started drinking. It was getting late and a couple of guys were asking about my wife. I told them I would love to see them fuck the hell out of her, that I had.