I stay in rented home .trying for other jobs too and updating my technical skills too .I stay with another friend of mine too .we stay in lower part o... home .our house owner in the top floor.I look good ,fit body with no tummy ,wealthy family and fair ,had my own vehicle .had a naughty mind .love pornography a lot ,watching women on road ,massages at times .love getting massaged by blind women too .reading adult stories .had a affair during college days ,we got physical too but in hurry ,so not. But thelook of concern on Walt's face had brought to the surface the emotionsthat Marcia was struggling to keep submerged. Before she knew it, she wascrying and Walt was holding her in his arms. "Walt I have something totell you..." Tell me," he said.* * *They were sitting in a little park dedicated to the memory of a long deadHope Crossing resident. Edgar Terwilliger Birdwell wasn't rememberednowadays as a poet, not even by Hope Crossing residents, but as theoccupant of a half-acre. The St. Andrew's cross? The flogging horse?Without wanting to eavesdrop too long, I finished my drink and decided to check out any action going on in the dungeon room. Amber, the same woman from Part I, was bound and fully naked on the St. Andrew's cross. I stood back and watched as her male friend was furiously rubbing her smooth cunt. Quickly, Amber began to tremble and then spasm in the throngs of her orgasm. She rode her waves of orgasmic delight, her body tensing in her restraints. ”“Welcome, Honor Kotliss and retinue,” the knight exclaimed loudly. He turned. “Open the gates for the returning knights!”---- ∞ ---- Alia yelled loudly in her mind. She could literally feel the arcane power moving through Callisto. It wasn’t being used but after searching for it for so long, she was attuned to it and could easily feel it moving just outside the palace gates. Tryl questioned. Alia was outside in the garden. The younger elf had always preferred the outdoors. Tryl was about fifty.