But the hand forged blade of a High Lord of Venda was no ordinary weapon. Once he received the blade a High Lord would begin to use his power to enhan...e it beyond being a mere sword. Mev could use the sword to store power he could later draw upon at need and could be used to direct and emit energy beams toward distant targets. Mev had received the sword eight years before from Krazto the master sword smith and it been his companion ever since. Despite being hand forged the sword had been made. I have trusted you as long as I've known you. You are trustworthy, and that's not just my opinion," that was punctuated with her lips brushing my fingertips."Will you go sailing with my Dad and I this weekend?" To the ledge?" trust Ginny to make that connection!"Yes. The answer to your question starts there," I leaned in then and kissed her, soft and as full of promise as I could muster. Ginny sighed, leaned in, pushing some Ginny parts, which had been developing nicely in the last year, into. It didn’t take long before she found out that “seeing” wasn’t the only reason for the skimpy covering. Every few days he would bend her over a chair or table like her husband did, and she would feel a cock entering her barely used pussy. This one was about the same size as the invader at home. In just a few minutes the same surge of hot fluid happened inside her. She was then expected to clean off his shrinking organ. Nothing was said, it was just an expected household duty.She shared all this. Despite being the most popular girl in school, I often get to chat to Clarissa in the morning at the bus stop. Admittedly, because she has little choice, as we’re usually alone. To be honest, she suffers me more than anything. But it’s the best 5 minutes of my day.Yet today, she stopped her conversation with her friend and turned to face me, then stepped in my path “Hey, Mike.”“Hi, Clarissa. You like my new deodorant?”“What is that?" Clarissa lent towards me. She smelt me, then her.