Been wondering since you phoned."Stevie gives me a wink & tells me to 'hold up' & then rummages under the cushions.I heard a rustling & then he pulls ...ut a plastic supermarket bag."Mate,ya gonna fucking love what's in 'ere,I swear".Well I could make out it aint more dirty mags,looked it might be clothing.Jeez,is that all? Anyway,he picks at the knot he'd made in the handles & as he opens up the bag this familiar stench drifts out! bloody hell....that deffo smells familiar.Not that me boner had. “Why not? It looks like you’re pleased to see me Jerry,” She reached down and brushed her hand against me and I felt it throbbing under her touch. “Please, Jennifer,” I pulled away weakly, backed up against the closed door to my bedroom, “We can’t… it’s not right.” She moved forward and pressed her breasts against my chest, tilting her face up to kiss me as her hand grasped my hardness. “You know you want to Jerry and I know I want to,” she purred as her hand began slowly sliding up and down. MacGregor hurried forward, taking a position at the front of the column. The platoon of warrior brownies marched into the forest and disappeared."Now, that was very strange," Tristan remarked as he looked around. "Now what, Candidate?" As if I know," Graydon replied and shrugged. "Why did he caution us about elves? I thought elves were friendly?" As far as that goes, yes they are," Tristan replied. "We are technically on Elf lands which could be construed as trespassing. Elves do not take. I gave my consent and I was told I had to meet the owner. I had to go see him to pay token money immediately to confirm otherwise others had also contacted for the same vacancy. The owner lived on the 8th floor while our flat in on the 6th floor. The owner asked me to wait at his place. He would reach in 10 minutes. I went up to his flat and the heroine of this story opened the door. A typical Marathi lady in her late thirties wearing a saree with her pallu pushed into the exposed waist area..