Though they did not talk about it, Zax could still deduce that Mi’s grandmother had a sorrowful story behind her. She was a Mist Master with a five ...undred years lifespan, yet looked like she is half foot in the grave. Zax could not judge her age for certainty that she lived that long, but from the gruesome old wound on her back, he was sure that she didn’t and in her past suffered an injury that drained her life force through the years, from which she had yet to recover.The last and seventh. That would leave three left and that was the flight that I was going to use to deliver food for Nimule Refugee Camp.They would be used for agency flights with a couple of our regular agency approved pilots on board.It was late Friday when Robert texted me to stop by his office when I had time.“It took a while but we are finally making a little progress on Dagar Daharr. We got in by using his father’s cell phone records and looking at the phone numbers that ceased calling after you did your. We lived here until about five years ago. There were four of us, myself, my wife and our two daughters.’ ‘I recognise you now Gary. I’ve only been here for two years but I found a photo of you and your family at the bottom of an old chest of drawers. Come in and I’ll show you.’ The woman turned and moved inside. Gary followed cautiously and followed her into the kitchen. It was in the same position in the house as he remembered it but there had obviously been a complete refit. He would not have. But my asshole wanted it more. I could feel my tight asshole tingling in anticipation of being fucked. I snuggled down more firmly into the couch as Phil spread my cheeks. My pink, tight asshole was exposed; I felt the cold air against it and then Phil put the head of the leather dildo up against my hole. I shut my eyes tight, holding my ass in just the right position for him to shove it in. I wanted it so bad I would have done anything! Phil held it there, held the long, supple cock pointed.