. I need a barrel of grog.' _She left the royal guards to attend to the funeral arrangements, death was a daily occurrence in her tribe, between the w...rs with men elves, and dwarfs that travel in their lands, orcs with battle scars and missing limbs were everywhere, though there is no better glory then dying from combat so they don't accept help, and since the chief died from "combat" he will be treated like the rest, burned and the ashes and bones used to turn iron into weak steel. Zerthrie. I reached down, took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my little lacy knickers. My sons hand was now on my thinly covered fanny and I was loving it. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I wanted more. When I moved my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands cup my pussy through my soaking knickers. Fucking hell, I was wet... I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. I knew how to. I’m stretched but i can manage it; that is, until You kick my legs apart and i am strained to my (so-called) limits. You grab a pair of scissors from one of the desks and run them up my inner thigh. The metal is cold and i can feel the point, but i trust You will not really hurt me. i hear the first snip of the scissors and realize you’re slicing off my lace panties, and my shaved cunt – it’s been that way since You first waxed me – is exposed to the world. In an instant the panties are stuffed. He did help you find me. It was a bit unorthodox though. How do you want to tell him?”“Brunch,” they both said together. After they were done laughing, Cassie got her phone and made a phone call. After a few minutes, she hung up and looked at Eve.“Who did you call, Cassie?” Eve asked. “Just a little surprise, That’s all. No worries. You’ll love it. I promise. Call Bret and make sure we are on for brunch this week”“What are you up to?” Eve asked while she looked quizzingly at Cassie.“Relax,.