You are my sun and moon.My day and night.Ophelia: You are the only thing that matters in this world. My heartonly beats for you. My eyes only see you....chref: And you are the queen of my heart.Ophelia: You are my master. I am your property.Achref: My lovely woman.Ophelia: Yes. Beautiful, curvy and sweet.Achref: And sensual. My angel wife.Ophelia: Yes. Devoted to you. Completely.Achref: My huge curvy woman. I want to feel your femininity. Smell it.Imagine it.Ophelia: I want to be beautiful for. Now it has become "Total War," from what I hear on both sides. The young men and women from both lands are brought in as fast as they can be press-ganged or scavenged from their farms as they reach military age (or close enough to it). Few live now to see even their first full season of battle. By the time my beloved master, 'Old Venial', died three years ago, about only 1 in 5 young scouts would survive past 'training' and less than half of those would complete their first year of duty. Now I. It was nice as it stuck up in the air, long and thin with a rounded head on the end."Geez, this feels funny," he said."Well, let's see how this feels," I said as I squirted some lotion on my hand and wrapped my fingers around him and began."Oh, Lacey, that's so good. Oh, man, you're so right, I've got a lot to learn," he gasped as I stroked him firmly up and down. I could tell from the look on his face that I was doing everything just right, it was obvious."I see what my friends like about. Here,” I passed over another tube, this time a factor eight cream. “Use this on your boobs, you don’t want them to burn either. So you haven’t done it naked then either?’ ‘Are you kidding,” she replied. “I’ve never had the slightest opportunity, not with my prudish mum, she’d have a fit. You said you get naked whenever you can, how often is that?’ She continued. ‘Obviously I never get a chance in the UK, too bloody cold and cloudy. But every time I come over here on holiday, I always manage to.