Where I'm from, we celebrate dragonsinstead of fearing them. We have festivals and one of the years of ourlunar calendar is the Year of the Dragon."Th...t seemed surprising. A culture that celebrated dragons? "You mean,everything the white dragon causes doesn't turn your people away fromdragons?"She shook her head. "No. Dragons have been a part of our culture sinceour first emperor. He swore allegiance to the dragons, and told themthat Huaxia would always be a place of safety for them." She drew. You’re right I don’t give a shit.’ I say.‘So how long you been a hoe?’ he asks.‘What are you talking about! I am not a hoe! What is your deal!’ I yell.He looks me up and down and I follow his gaze. I was wearing a black mini skirt, a dark gray tank top, fuzzy ugg boots that were gray and black. I pondered for a moment why he would assume I was a hooker. I was dressed decent enough I thought.‘So I am wearing a mini skirt, not every chick wearing one is a hooker dude’ I stated.‘It’s not what. That was the first time I've ever shot my juice twice in a row, one after the other, that fast!I pulled her face toward me and licked up the enormous cum that I had squirted - just like the good boy I was.The fishing hook penis was arousing to say the least, since it aimed directly where it needed to be. He was tugging at my insides the entire time, making me squirm around. He impaled me so hard with his sweaty cock, slapping his thighs against mine. His balls were swinging, attacking my ass. " "I know you would. Peter, give me your hand." Holding Linda's left buttock apart with my left hand, I feltWilliam grasp my right hand by the wrist. He guided it down andplaced it into the cleft of my wife's open buttocks. Releasing mywrist, he placed his hand on top of mine and moved both our handsdownward together, almost as one. As my middle finger moved alongthe beginning of Linda's slit, his middle finger, resting atopmine, suddenly pressed downward and both of our fingers.