Once settled into the bright yellow car, Bob and I took our eyes off my legs, exposed to my hips, and his tented swelling to stare wide-eyed and silen... at each other. We wondered what ghostly situation we were getting into. I returned to staring at his pulsing shorts, expecting his horse to leave the stable and gallop down his leg since he was so fixated on my camel toe. I spread my knees a little more. I can be such a tease.Betty continued, “While some ghosts are completely invisible and can’t. He soon had a large force of 350,000 Wildlings under his command, all following him as the new "King beyond the wall". Not like there was much wall left after the war with the others.He taught them to smith weapons, taught them to fight more efficiently and soon enough, had their loyalty. His name was Jon Snow. ####################################Jon sat quietly in his leaders tent in the night, the light from the torches giving him light while the heat of a mini fire in the middle of the tent. Even though there was still a little glow left in the sky I couldn't tell whom I had hold of. Since I hadn't seen an ugly woman here yet it didn't matter. My relationship to the women wasn't really a soul wrenching romantic love. It was their frank expression of the ages old basic truth of life. The man provided protection and his women provided pussy to help insure he'd continue providing the security.Of course it was not exactly that simple but it wasn't complicated either. As far as I knew. Running my tongue up and down it, I licked it and wetted it. With a free hand I held the shaft and stroked it like I was giving him a hand job. Once he was nice and wet, I begin to take him in my mouth just a bit. Slowly I stroked it in and out of my mouth, each time taking a little bit more of him in. I kept taking more of him in my mouth until finally I felt his head pressing against the back of my throat. At that point I had him all in and my face was pressed against his crotch as his.