She's on some of the same private social-media as myself and I'm learning stuff about her - damning those years we didn't catch up.2020 - One week ago... I've had a week off, "relaxing" - all you can do while this pandemic goes on. Myself and The Goth, Elizabeth, are reminiscing about things and continuing friendly banter with a side of mild flirtation. Her husband into some new-age, spending his time online and pretty much ignoring her and kids. My wife doing a lot of sleeping when not working -. The taller man had picked up a small tube of lubricant from somewhere and was using the tips of his fingers to first smother his own prick and then he had used the thin nozzle of the tube to deposit some of its contents on and inside the entrance to her arse. He tossed the tube aside and move forward pressing his cock against the brown dimple. She opened easily and he slid inside where the hardness of his cock was enveloped by her tight warmth. After some gentle movements when his long thin. “Come on!” Kativa cried out as she stepped out of cover, releasing the two arrows in quick succession at the bandit leader who was now charging her.“Hah!” Gan grunted as he dodged one arrow and caught the next while charging the Ranger. “No matter!” the Ranger shouted. Kativa tossed her bow aside and pulling out her twin blades while running towards the bandit.The Ranger and the bandit clashed blades. It was not long. “Aughh…” Kativa groaned, lifted into the air by her neck by Gan. The bandit. I grabbed her ass, brought her close to me and kissed her neck. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” she said. I pulled back, looked at her, took her hand and we resumed walking. I knew exactly where I was going. When we were k**s, the bunch of cousins used to play by the river under a bridge, this is where I would commit the unpardonable. (As it were). When we got there, I was happily surprised the city had installed benches facing the river. That was a lot better than sitting in the mud or the sand..