" That won't help. All you humans stink. I'm hungry. You wouldn't possibly have any mint soup?" Sorry, Rump. I'm all out of that," Dancy answered gail..., enjoying his death, hoping it would linger a while longer."What's your name, old man? I owe you, and my law says that I have to perform a ritual." I'm Gerald Dancy," the man replied as he lounged blissfully on his couch."Gerry. I know that name. A lot of Irish wee folk have it." Are they some of your people?" You needn't insult me, Gerry!. I felt his cock throbbing inside of me. Then, it happened. I opened my eyes to watch him open his mouth to let out the sweetest moan I’d ever heard. It was like a whisper but lower and in-between were tiny gasps and breathing. I sucked hard on his cock until I felt his cum gushing into my throat. He tasted warm and felt thick. I closed my eyes and ignored the taste. No matter what, I’d never be able to enjoy the taste of cum, but I’d swallow just for him, just because I was his now. His object.. I catch myself staring at her, imagining what it might be like to explore the warmth between her thighs, running my fingers through the patch of what I know is natural red hair, licking her girlish slit.Samantha is taller and leaner and seems a lot more experienced than her 20 years might suggest. At 5'6" she has a good three inches on Molly-and they're all in her long legs. Sam has dark hair, which she wears long, almost emphasizing her height. Atop her legs is a trim ass, probably the result. Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor.” That was about it for English for the commander. He was a fourth-generation military and had a degree in Civil Engineering. Despite loving it from the beginning, he realized it was a dead-end regarding promotions. But now he’d just been made a very young general by the only man with enough power to do so at a whim.The captain came in just as President Pusin was explaining, “If you can move that mound of gold to Moscow within a month or two, I will promote every.