On my way back i called varna,Varna: hi enna unga pondathi innum varalaiya(hi, wat happened, still ur wife on the way)Me: avala ava amma veetla vitutu...vandutaen, night unga plan padi fulla pannalaam (i dropped her at her moms place, as per ur plan we will all enjoy)Varna: appadiya, nalla vela, veetuku phone panni naanga pesala, dinner vaangitu vandurom(thank god, we didnt called our place, we will buy dinner and will be there)Me: okAfter that i went to buy some sweets, flowers, red bull and. There were no roads that led from the village, only trails that led to the hunting, grazing, and planting lands that surrounded it. They were a happy people with no other particular cares.One day there was a great stir in the village as a child had seen, from far off, a stranger walking through the fields. He was dressed in a foreign fashion with long black robes and a hat that defied description. By the time the stranger approached the village, all of the people had gathered at the council. Her soft hands felt incredibly wonderful and he reached up to cup the breast through the cloth. She leaned against him, covering him. Her hand worked like a piston, it was how an assassin might stab a victim, holding him close. Yes, her fist was clenched like it might hold a dagger. But the weapon she was holding was his cock. Yes she was stabbing, but that was the sheath formed by her nimble fingers being stabbed by the cock. As she mercilessly masturbated him, her thumb rode over the head.. In many ways I see their personas as their true selves if the constraints of modern society were removed.But Glade has a rival, Sir Maris. Sir Maris isn’t actually disliked but he isn’t well-loved, either. I’ve heard many accounts of the source of their rivalry from Glade, Sylva, Kiera, and even their “king”—whose name is Tim—and they all vary. The only thing they all agree upon is that Maris always seems to have a bone to pick with my lover.Maris challenged him to a battle to the.