" There's hope for you yet. I can't tell stories like that at a ladies social and I like sharing a laugh once in a while. You're a good audience and I...have a million stories." I like funny stories and you are a good storyteller. It's easy listening to you."Mandy smiled and said, "Lets hurry up and finish; you can keep me company while I fix our lunch."We both concentrated on the job and it didn't take too long before every flower bed met Mandy's strict standards. We stood and stretched the. Seeing her awake and conscious flooded him with relief. Tears sprung to his eyes but he forced them back, not wanting to show her how torn up he was inside."Hey," his voice was gentle and loving. "How are you feeling?" Pretty badass," she drawled, a small smile on her lips. She meant it as a joke, but he flinched at her words. "I'm fine, don't you worry. Sorry for the scare back there." Sorry? You're sorry? Jesus, if anyone should be apologizing, it's me. Gwyneth, it's all my fault that this. The steep face of a mountain is no place for running, of that there is little doubt. There was a cart trail though, a small trade road that suffered here and there from washouts and landslides, snowfields and mud. Lots and lots of mud.That I could run whenever the terrain allowed it, spoke of how lightly I was packed, and being lightly packed, I was forced to participate more completely in the daily hunting the boys undertook. I had my wizard's kit, a bedroll and little else save a small. I whacked myself off. I didn’t do it often as I had little trouble finding a willing vessel for my cock, but with the crystals on my head and the feelings of sexual rush it was ramping me up and I was enthralled, as my entity.Normally when I came, I pulled the magic from my partner, but I was masturbating so I pulled the power as I came and pushed it into the crystals I wore as I did. It was a massive head rush, and I came hard. I jerked my cock to expel my useless seed and got the second and.