I had to beg, cajole and whine to get even the shortest of respite and felt guilty whenever I did so, but unless Anarion wished for me to soil myself ...n the name of his mission, they were necessary. Thankfully, he did not.As Anarion said, we could not follow Korothan through the Stonelands. Not only are they uneven and pockmarked with holes —hell for horses—but they were infested with tribes of goblins, orcs and the namesakes of the pass that admitted entrance to the place: gnolls. Instead, we. I waited until quarter past. I thought you’d changed your mind.’ ‘I say that I will be here at twelve,’ said Blen. Nick pointed at the clock, ‘It’s twenty past now.’ ‘twelve-o’clock, twelve-twenty. Same, same, I do not have a watch.’ The expression on her face telegraphed that appeals to the clock might prove unprofitable, so Nick changed tack. ‘Shall we sit down? You look very nice today. Would you like breakfast?’ ‘No. I like only a coffee. We will eat later, that is my treat.’ Blen sounded. Semi hard when we undress for the shower. May undressing for me, a lifetime kick.Me scrubbing her back with lavender salt, commands like 25+ years ago, ’Higher, yes also my derriere. Ooh my armpits’. ‘Now my chest’. ‘My thighs’. She likes me touching her hairs, no matter where on her body. Shampooing her scalp, her armpits. These huge breasts, soft, kissable. Bigger and pointier nipples than before. Sucked at, I see. Breasts gradually losing the battle with gravity, but not quite defeated. The penis stroking continued at a faster pace, as the fingers in my anus moved in and out in rhythm. Sandy reached between my legs from the side and began to stroke and pulled hard on my testicles. Totally out of control, I exploded in a massive orgasm that splattered cum all over the table and left me groaning and panting as I collapsed forward almost falling off the table. I was rolled onto my side, knees instinctively coming up in a partial fetal position, penis and testicles still.