So, we just cuddled up, pulling a sheet on top of us. She wanted to smoke a cigarette and got up to get one from her jeans pocket. While crossing on t...p of me, I was tempted seeing her well-rounded ass in the little lit room; held her by her thighs, gave her ass a good squeeze and a tight spank to echo in the room.Then we smoked together in the bed for some time, discussing our profession, about casual sex: both attitude and openness of each gender and safety points about it. All the while. A wide opened mouthed Triann was immediately running her box over Drivas then Thellus. “I hadn’t expected this to work on the both of you yet. I had thought that neither of you were more than seventy five percent. That now I see was incorrect.”Drivas and Thellus could only stare at each other than at Triann. “You mean to tell us that we are pure like Sam and Thantas?” Thellus asked.“No, my dear, not pure yet, though the both of you are getting close. According to these readings? Drivas you are. Must have been at least 50 musicians, neatly dressed in the standard black pants or skirt and white shirt or blouse. I listened to what sounded like a piece by Pachelbel, maybe, easy to like.Then I saw her in the string section, just to the side. Brunette hair cut short. Neat, trim. Friendly face. She was resting her viola on her lap. Smiling at me, her bare breasts small and firm. Now this was getting really strange, because everyone else was dressed.Don't know whether she was waiting to play. I need this dagger repaired, it was my father’s and is extremely valuable to me.’ Venn fished the broken dagger from inside his coat lamenting, ‘I broke it on one of those roaring machines.’ Spar looked at the broken dagger, being in an outlying village bandits often sought out the blacksmith, but these men asked for metal workers, and he looked at them more closely noting the boots that each of them wore, ‘Killed a few have you?’ Edge felt the hackles on the back of his neck rise, his gut told.