. so I figured I would do the only thing that took me to sleep faster than sleeping pills. I took my throbbing pole that was already partially poking ...ut of the eye of my boxers out and started stroking it.It felt so good, and I couldn't think of anything better to do but close my eyes and relax. The picture perfect face of my red head popped into my mind, and the grip I had on my cock got a little tighter, and a moan escaped my lips.The up and down, and up and down motions of my hand turned. It's over!" she cried out repeatedly.I rushed in and found Jason standing in a panic. Becky was sitting in the center of the love seat. Beatrice was to her right and had the distraught woman in a hug. Morgan stood behind them. He had an unreadable expression on his face as he tentatively reached out to stroke Becky's hair."Will someone tell me what is ruined and how?" I asked sharply.Becky said nothing. Instead her left hand dropped to her side. Her fingers appeared to be reaching for. It was obvious that the village was deserted as some of the roofs of the houses had been burnt and there was skeletal remains lying in the open ground. This no doubt had been the result of a similar raid, which had devastated Jane's old home.This time we just walked through the village and headed on to the path, which this time was going in the direction, which I wanted to go.A short way in we arrived at a small clearing by a stream with a felled tree over it, and decides this was as good a. The ritual began as the Craxill equivalent of a majordomo announced my arrival.Despite the formality, it was clear the Ritmurt Local Eldest had it in for me. Ritual demanded that he downplay the value of his 'gift', and he did so in full measure, 'regretfully' mentioning that Larwint was a twin, and therefore less than worthy of my august statue. He also managed to mention that she was Nilwint's twin, spreading the 'smear' in hopes of highlighting my 'lack of judgment.'I, on the other hand, was.