. after a few she has her arms one on my leg and the other was on our new friends leg, she noticed how hard he was getting and how long that cock was..... she told be she had to go change her shirt was to tight and bothering her, the way she got up, she put both hands on his knees looking straight at his bulge all the way down his shorts, long shorts at that! Well both noticed her wet spot when she got up, I said man did you see her wet spot? yes he saw it for sure, she didn't come back so I went. He wasn’t fully hard, though his cock was long already. I slid off the bed, grabbing the conditioner bottle on my way to the floor. He scooched over to the edge of the bunk and turned on his side. I squeezed the open conditioner until a generous amount escaped from the top. With my left hand, I scooped up the glob of white cream on to my first three fingers. I took a hold of his cock with my right hand and as I licked around the head, I rubbed the conditioner on to my asshole. My fingers slid. Tall and willowy. Blonde.Behind her were some of her comrades. Some young looking, others wearing the sagging flesh of old age. Apparently DeathBane didn't flow freely here."All right. Out with it. You're supposed to be carrying 5000 grams of the stuff. Give."A touch of a hidden lever and a compartment in my left thigh sprang open. I handed over the package to the blonde.The others huddled around me, groping, barely able to restrain themselves."To your posts. Everyone will get what's coming to. And I stood there in the debris of my scattered existence, utterly lost. Then he came from the wreckage, at first his presence was vague, and transparent among all I had lost. Yet, with time I realized he was the light that shone, guiding back to normalcy. I dare not speak his name, for names are power, and I can not proclaim dominance over this man. So for the time being we will refer to him as James. James was a freelance writer, published, recognized, with a magnificent mind. His.