" You are the most self-centered man I have ever known," Lormia gave him the look reserved for those who just don't measure up to her standards. That ...pecial look all women posse have."Are you saying that there are women more self-centered than I am?" Of course not stupid," She took her pack and started down the path.The night's camp was a normal one. That evening they practiced as usual. Afterwards as they cooked a meal and set about mending their garments and gear as needed. Lormia was. Your organizing skills are phenomenaland your instructions always to the point. I don't try to flatter you butyou are born to be a leader and an organizer." Thank you sweetie, I'm glad you can recognize that. I'm in my elementthis way and you are one of my by-products since I love organizing yourlife as well and you seem to be happy about it."She had another sip of coffee and stood up, "I better rush now or I'll belate, lots to do today since tomorrow is the big day."She turned and added in a. “Look at your missus, head back, mouth open, tongue hanging out, can you hear her cunt farting and squelching as your dad fucks the shit out of her?”The filthy talk took me up another notch! “Do it Ron, don’t stop, my cunt’s yours, I love it and you can do what you want to me, I’m your slag.”Then looking round at all the other blokes who were tossing themselves off, “Go on, wank yourselves off as you watch Ron ride me. When he’s finished you can all have a go, up my twat and arsehole two at a. His arm draped over her, she could only stare out of the large window as she tried her absolute best to calm and relax. It took all she had to try and focus on the soft moonlight that shone through the window almost like a gigantic search light, its blue haze illuminating the bed where the dying flames in the fireplace could not. For some reason, she just felt so nervous and anxious with him so close to her. His warm embrace, however, didn’t bring about nervousness about punishment and.