She wiggled her ass around so I was getting covered withcunt juice. Occassionally she would let it ride on my tongue butthen she would shift back to...my chin or forehead. My cock was jumpingnow as I received the rough pussy rubdown. “Tell me what you like about cocks” she now ordered me. “I like my cock shaved and also my balls” I told her. “Not yours stupid”, “Others”. “I really don’t have a choice” I tried. The cart had to travel through the night to catch up to us, but we were able to make good time despite stopping relatively early each night. The soldiers and bodyguards who accompanied us were dumbstruck that I knew how to set up a tent and cook over a fire, much to my amusement. Some of them had been with Alistair on his various missions, but they’d all assumed I was some sort of helpless, spoiled noblewoman and were nothing short of shocked that I was sleeping on a bedroll and wearing armour. He had heard before they left Eagle Island that Edwina had been in fine form. She was planning to travel to each of her provinces with her new Lord Guild Mage to see for herself what her people needed.He didn’t think Queen Edwina was interested in taking on Cuttail Island’s problems as she had enough of her own at home. She was currently looking for a new consort, as she still didn’t have any children. If a Queen didn’t produce a child after ten years of a union, she could put aside her consort. We enjoyed the bands, got flat-out drunk and laughed till we couldn't stand on our feet. We camped on the festival grounds, where there always seemed to be a group of drunks playing Motorhead songs all night on a boombox. We made campfires, lost our wallets and made friends for life.One festival, Summer put up her small tent next to mine and got in to change clothes as the sun was starting to rise and we were getting ready to see some bands. The others didn't want to wait because they were.