People said she was a saint, perfect in every way. He stood up, bravely, in the funeral and, voice cracking, said that no, she wasn’t a saint. She w...s crap at cooking, she was stubborn as a mule, she was pretty as a picture, she was tone deaf – people laughed, remembering her voice soaring above (and below, and sideways) in the hymns at their wedding – she was artistic and taught him to appreciate Damian Hurst, Jackson Pollock and Magritte; she was also a tiger in bed (though he didn’t say. Traveling from town to town looking for work to survive. Never settling down anywhere. There’s tales from the docks and the pubs that the goblins are venturing further south from the mountains they dwell in. The orcs there have been at peace with us since the goblin wars. Trading their furs and armor with us. Lately though, something is amiss. The northern lands are full of mountains. The orcs, goblins, ogres, trolls and other foul creatures lurk there. They fight amongst themselves, but never. You move your legs, pushing your thighs together slightly, so they slightly press against your pussy....'hmmm' , you say to yourself inside your head....with that thought, you head off to the toilets....only one thing on your mind....When you reach the cubicle, you lift yourself up and remove your damp knickers, your very damp knickers.....you rub one of your fingers against your hard clit making your shudder...in small circular motions, teasing yourself, you then push in one then two fingers. He retaliated by plunging his tongue into her cunt and wagging it from side to side so it touched the walls. She flinched and let out another muffled groan but did not let up. She scooted forward and positioned her head directly above his waist so she could force her whole head down. His cock slid to the back of her throat and her tongue swirled around the shaft at the base.Even when he was penetrating her cunt in the bath the only part of it that touched the base was the outside lips. He had.