Let her have it."My mom is cheering him on like this is some kind of a contest. Well, I mean, I am getting fucked really good, boy this guy really goe... at it. I had no idea, he just doesn't slow down.I've got my legs raised up in the air, he's up between them driving down into me as I try twisting and wiggling under him, oh, this feels so good. I am so full, he's got a pretty big cock, I guess, all I know is that I'm sure full.Then he pushes all the way down and takes little strokes, little. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you should try it some time. Don’t knock it until you have,” a voice behind us spoke up now from just inside the restaurant that we chose.It was a Red Robin, in fact. Not a bad place, especially with the bottomless fries, but I still preferred the Tavern. Still, one wanted a break now and then, and this was one of those times. We were in a booth when this voice called out to us, and we naturally turned our heads, seeing, of all people, a tall, plump ginger who looked at. “Assuming nothing comes up, I’ll be there,” I agreed. I broke the connection.Two minutes later the phone rang again. I looked at the screen, then said, “Hello Jim what can I do for you?” I asked.“All of a sudden I have a confidential informant,” he said.“Really, so what’s the tip?” I asked.“A couple of Redneck Militia wannabes are planning a hit on you or Betty Booth,” he said calmly.“Now this might be interesting. Do you have any details, or is it just a couple of good ole boys day dreaming?”. "The signs of hot iron were apparent on his body, long red lines along his arms, legs and torso. The marks were still fresh enough to be losing the skin that had been burnt. Aldren knew also that the dwarves were a vengeful race and that this could trigger a war. A war that, on their own, they could not hope to win. The dwarves were not many in number and the battles and skirmishes could reduce them to extinction.They traveled late into the night, Murdaek trudging along paths only known to him.