There were obviously bad news ahead, but I decided to play the brave role. A second later I saw Skuld’s tear-streaked face, and the determination va...ished like mist from the sun. I tried to smile bravely, but her sad eyes were full of grief and sorrow. Before I could say anything to her the troll king began to speak. “Skuld say she still love you. You have a pleasant appearance, but why she choose you before a warrior I do not understand. This can not go on.” The deep, rasping voice sounded. Alignment had won. She couldn’t fight its energy. Instead, she embraced the liberated passion like a long lost friend. She would not argue with the other part of herself any longer. She was a depraved slut, spread open, getting fucked and loving it, even longing for it. OK. Fine. A label. A role. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Bring it on. All of it was a dimension of her–not an identity. She was also Dr. Susan Kensington the scientist, scholar and so much more. Why could they not co-exist, each part of. ..what an amazing penis, cock, dick you have Mr Lover. I begin to caress it take it in my hands and begin massaging it. mmm feel the strength behind this huge power tool..my lips getting wet...i need it in my mouth...my tongue needs to caress every single vein on that dick..i can start to see the precum on this dick...I touch his tip with my warm wet tongue. .he twitches. ..surprised by the tasty wet welcome my mouth was about to perform. i stand to meet his gaze...I kiss him first..deep. "Merry Christmas, Bren." Oh, Pete. I didn't get anything for you. I didn't expect you at all." I know. I didn't expect you to. This is something special from me to you."Brenda began unwrapping the present, ending up with what appeared to be a garment box. When she opened it, she gasped in shock. Inside was a tan fleece-lined suede coat."Oh, Pete, it's beautiful," she cried as she tried it on. It fit perfectly."Your mother told me what size to get. I couldn't let you catch cold in this winter.