Oak, ash tree, bear, horse, deer… At length we came upon a large expanse of what seemed to be gray pudding by it’s look and consistency. ‘This ...as Crystalmist Lake,’ he intoned. His sadness grew more and more evident as we traveled. ‘Oh, what have I done? May the gods be merciful on my soul.’ Skirting the edge of the new lake of mud, we continued on for quite a ways until I grew too weary to continue. I set Yaaron down. With his staff, he produced a bundle which he unwrapped, and as he did so. .. One day the male staff were called into the catering managers office to be informed that the second chef had been fired for the persistent sexual harassment of a waitress, and that we'd all be given our marching orders if this sort of behavior didn't stop, adding, as a joke, "if you feel the need to touch an arse, do it amongst yourselves lads". And so it became a running joke, every time you'd bump into a male colleague you'd squeeze their arse or cup their genitals and there'd be talk of. John clenched his eyes closed as he gently stroked his hard rod. The Canadian let more images of pretty young Mari fill his head. At first only mildly flirtatious and teasing, the images soon magnified into a near video stream of increasingly erotic scenes of taboo sex: John’s heart began to race and he drifted further into his fantasy. Chocolate skin, white skin, small breasts, erect nipples, hot kisses, engorged cock, mews, whimpers, clawing, thrusting: John wished he could stop the images. .. oh, Jess!” she sighed.She got up and came over to us and knelt by the chair. She put her hands on Jessica’s back, and her head on Jessica’s thigh. We sat like that for at least ten minutes, before Jessica lifted her head.“I’m sorry I lied to you both,” she said softly.“But how?” Kara asked. “Steve?”“You remember our conversation where Jessica begged me not to make her tell me about Al? Well, I knew something was amiss, so I went to Al and bluffed him into telling me.”Kara laughed nervously,.