I dropped my bag and she showed me where we were. It was a small alcove that had a few people in it, a small pond with a few ducks residing on it, and...enough cover from the surrounding trees that you couldn’t see in easily. Next thing I knew, her lips were against my neck, soft and warm, insistent and prepared. Her hands slid along my back as mine went to cup that beautiful ass, holding there and feeling the soft, warm skin that begged for my touch. I pulled back from her, “Won’t these people. ”“Is that wise?” she asked. “If they’re so clever, and their cultures are sophisticated, they might construct weapons which they could fire on the dragons in flight.”“Nah, I don’t think that’s likely. While they undoubtedly know how to build sophisticated tools, they can’t work with physical objects. Most of their tools came with them. Plus, the dragons fly pretty high. I suspect you’d have trouble hitting them with a high-powered rifle, given their small size. It’s been overcast lately, if we. She can feel three Dantians in her body now. One at the base of her brain, another nestled in her heart, and the Root core below and behind her belly button. Her body is filled with more energy and stamina than she ever before. She feels that her mental functions and reaction speeds are greatly improved, as well.Another bonus is that she can get away with practicing the combined Blessed Qi arts for three hours each evening and sleep for three and be fully recharged, rested, and ready for the. I think I know just how he felt, because I'm feelin' the same things my own self. I'll go back to bein' a mechanic if I got to play shit and have babies born on stage to please a bunch of drunks. Fuck 'em."Now Homer and me has been best friends since before we could walk. In fact, some smart assed preacher once called us "the first unattached Siamese twins in the world." But fuck that preacher, what did he know about friendship? I thought I knew just about everything about old Homer there was.