That was when I realized it was her hair that smelled so good. And as she struggled against my grip, her bare ass kept rubbing my crotch and my cock ...tarted getting hard all by itself. Brian grabbed her other wrist and said, “Gee, what are you afraid of? That you can’t handle cocks of real men?” With that he leaned into her and began to kiss her real hard as she stopped struggling quite so much.Well, when she relaxed, I did too and my hand moved down across her belly and soon I realized. Me and Sophia (my sister) had gone to bed early, the days of swimming and sunbathing tiring us out quickly. My mother stayed up on the deck with my father, enjoying the quiet of the night sea. A few hours later I was awakened by a shrill scream followed by a bone jarring crash as the schooner started to lean in the water. Jumping from my bunk I rushed to the deck to see that the peaceful ocean had become a wind whipped torrent as a summer storm hit in full fury. Blinking my eyes to clear the. She gags on his cock, savoring the saltiness of his hot precum going down her throat. Sumaya looks up at the boy. Her kajol stained eyes begin to water and the kohl smudges, running down her cheeks. The virgin boy looks down at her in total awe, and begins to fuck her mouth slow and deep, each time keeping his cock down her throat a little longer until she's choking and coughing, letting her saliva generously coat his shaft, making it slide easily down her throat. Tears are streaming down her. What exactly is your role in all of this Pete? Are you the adversary?”“Well, in general the Dungeon Master or Game Master is supposed to be a neutral observer and narrator. We pick or create the setting, then as you saw we play-act it out. To some, I am the enemy to be beaten. But when it is done right, the adventure is challenging, but not deadly and my role is only that of a judge and narrator. Oh sure people may and often do die, but a well-crafted one will leave them battered but.