One with little experience with Warriors would take them to be burly, rudimentary men, concerned only with the arts of war, and bloodshed, and conques..., but this is far from the truth. Indeed, the best Warriors are those who see the world in all its colors, who enjoy all of its pleasures, rich and splendid in their variety. How else could they attempt to make their bloody mark on it, if they don’t see it in all its splendour?So this, like everything else I am, serves for his pleasure. It. They were all so new to him. While his mind could put names to the smells, he did not ever remember smelling or tasting before. It was something, one of the few things, which he enjoyed in his new life.Another thing that happened, with a regularity that disturbed him, was an erection. The entire sex association was another thing that had him confused. While his mind supplied answers to what was occurring and why, he knew he himself had never engaged in sex. His new body's mind supplied memories. It wasn't long before he tensed his back and held himself still with his cock deep inside and I felt the warm impact of his cum on the walls of my vagina. He eased out of me, and stepped back to admire his handiwork. Then he flipped me over onto my back, and I just lay there in shock as he pulled off my black tiny thong and fingered my pussy. As the bastard fingered me, he rubbed his cock with the other hand"You are wet now, slut" He said "I am going to fuck you again..." Then he pushed my legs. She shattered loudly with another unexpected quick orgasm running down her thighs. Finally he pushed her back to the missionery style and hugged her tightly almost touching her womb and exploded inside her. I was always impressed by his strength. She cuddled and slept on her back on the grass. We allowed them to recover for 2-3 mts before lifting her off to the room back. While myself and manish slept on her either side, rupesh adjusted himself and slept between her thighs. It was only the next.