Jurgen the Calm built his Home on the Throat of the World’.Ah, so whoever this Jurgen Windcaller was must’ve founded the Greybeards millenia ago. ... wonder how many of these shrines there are. As I looked out towards the north, I see the tops of some clouds forming ... below me. The view was being obscured by weather moving in. Lydia continued to soldier on, and I almost wished for her Nord blood – the cold didn’t seem to be affecting her nearly as much as it is me.We turned a sharp corner in. I consoled her n told now I am there and not to worry. Slowly she calm down, I was caressing her back, her head was on my shoulder. She kissed in my neck, got shock in spine again. I held her more tightly, she raised her head. We again got lip locked for some more time, this time I started pressing her boobs. Her breathing got heavy; she pulled my head towards her deeper into my mouth and biting my tongue. I removed her T-shirt, her bra was so soft n very small, but boobs are like Sharavati. The smells there drove me crazy and she too must have gone mad with desire as she squirmed when my tongue worked its tasty way through her hairs. She got my zip open and reached boldly inside my elastic underwear and grabbed my tool. Urgently she whispered, “Saab, kapde utharo, mereko aap ka choosneka hai!” My dreams were coming true, she was not only willing but eager to blow me!!Quickly, we tore our remaining clothes off our bodies, throwing them on the bed, on the floor, everywhere. She was. I reached into my bag for a condom and started to break the foil. “Here,” said Sue, “give me that.” I gave her the condom and she threw it across the room. She looked me in the eye and said “Tonight you go bareback.” “Are you sure?” I said. “Honey, you’re going bareback with me for the next seven days!” With that she got on her knees and dropped forward onto all fours, her bum towards me. She spread her legs slightly and I could see her pussy open, begging to be filled. “Sue,” I said, “If you.