Round Stone, Cold Wind's father, gave Vincent and the two women, all sorts of gifts including many arrows and pelts.It had been a very touching sight ...o see father and son reunited and there was no doubt in Vincent's mind that these people loved and respected their leader. At the end of the festivities of the first evening, much to Vincent's surprise, Round Stone offered one of his daughters to Vincent so that he could spend the night with her.At first Vincent didn't want to accept Round. He moved into position, he transferred his weight and in an instant his thick slipery glans was pressing at my tight entrance. I was holding my breath. "I know you can't speak, but you can still beg for me... take some responsibility for this act... beg me to fuck you... beg me to fuck your tight ass... to be yout first real cock..." All I could do was groan and try to beg, I tightened and loosened my cheeks and moved my hips up, down, and side to side. I moved back and felt his dick slide. Although we drive for a monthly stock-up at the out of town hypermarket across the county line, and a weekly trolley-ful shop at the local supermarket, Penny walks down to the local supermarket every afternoon after work for bread, milk and fresh produce.On one particular day, while carrying the hand basket for Penny, I noticed a well-dressed but matronly figured woman shopping almost exclusively for booze. Well that’s all her trolley contained, bottles of spirits, other than a bag of dog. . give to ... sweet.”“ ... She ... love ... afterall.”“Yes, Fergus.” Fergus! I remembered Fergus. He was ... he was... “More than anyone ever loved someone.”There was a snort, which brought to mind a scarred face, dark hair, and a sneer. Then a door slammed, and I heard a sigh.“You’re sure she’s just sleeping?” The words were becoming clearer, and I realised I knew that voice – Aedan. My brother.“Seeing as I am capable of controlling which spells I cast, yes. I’m sure. She should wake soon.”.