The river was broad and deep, and on the opposite bank, at the outside of the bend, was a large city, nestled between the river and the mountains.The ...ity of Tresens had survived for hundreds of years, well-fortified and in a very defensible position. The only way into the city was through a series of mountain passes overland, or by crossing the Islingquet River as we were. Tresens itself was ruled by a lord knight by the name of Gilfar, who was a proud devotee of the All-Father. This week,. Jason.JASON” she heard the voice chanting in her head as she fucked herself against her brother’s hand. She felt the final ball slide inside of herself and when her first orgasm crashed into her she felt as though her world was shattering. “Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” the voice chanted over and over in her head, her orgasm ripping through her over and over as she humped the air, she could feel the final two balls inside of her, shifting and pushing away from one another.Somewhere far off she. And in the middle of the pink, round, soft, darker-pink little mounds looked as if they'd been stuck on like raisins stuck into dough.She did have a waist. I mean, most thirteen-year-old girls go straight up and down between ribs and hips, but her waist did pinch in a little and her bottom did look just a little bit plump and squeezable. She had perky, black little ringlets on her mound and her pussy-lips had begun--just begun--to fill. And she had damn nice, shapely legs.Eric didn't say a. "Dude! Dude dude dude! Big opportunity, hurry your ass up and follow me!" Mark obliged, because in his state anything would be better than Xbox and porn. "What's the deal?" He asked, already excited for some change in the monotony. "Just come with me and watch!" They were about five blocks away from Mark's house when Caleb crossed the street, and jogged through the bushes of a large imposing house whose occupants Mark had never met. Well, that wasn't true, his last girlfriend Melanie had lived.