"The fire had died to an orange glow. They leaned forward, intent on his words as his thoughts turned back to that time so long before any of them had...even been born.He was fifteen, and still growing. Already he towered over his father, Tanrick the Fur trader. His mother, Jenrick of the Elven Kindred, was even smaller than her husband. She often laughed in bemused wonderment at this tall stick figure of a son she had borne. He played with neighbor children in the streets of Ast'te, watching. “Show me how much you love it. Better still tell me how much you love it.”“Love you licking my cunt, love it, don’t stop,” she purred as she orgasmed in what seemed less than two minutes. After that I lost count of her orgasms but there must have been ten or twelve.“Did I tell you I am multi-orgasmic? And I love the size of your long thick cock in me, right up to your balls, love it,” she smiled as she orgasmed again.A few weeks later we went on short holiday together to a distant tropical. ”Wade gestured to a small gift box on her side of the glass that separated them.Helena lifted open the box lid and saw a cross identical to the one he was wearing. She set the lid back down on top of it.“Maybe you can wear it to my next parole hearing. And something nicer than what you got on, and the board’ll know I’ve got you on the outside to look after now. I’ll get a real job and take care of you and we can be a family and it’ll never happen again.”A look containing ten viewings of. He was confident to the point of being cocky, and his voice reflected this calm assurance. Ragnar didnt know where to start. Every inch of his bride was delectable . . . he kneaded her breasts, inhaling sharply at their beauty. Astrid whimpered softly as he rubbed one of her nipples between his fingers, enjoying the effects his groping had on his bride. Astrids face flushed and even her chest, her whole body seeming to light up with excitement. Ragnar smiled, he knew how to heat her up even.