They walk further into their property line. He can still hear them though, maddeningly close. He cannot tell what they are saying. The voices dissolve...to other sounds.Gregor looks down the wall of firewood he'd made along the property line. The 6-foot-tall tarp-covered stack, a masterpiece, is now in his way. A couple of yards down, the start of a second row of wood was only about 2 feet tall. Quietly, Gregor climbs up onto the shorter pile. He looks over the blue tarp protecting his wall of. That feels good,” he moaned as I forced his cock into my throat.He fucked my face slowly as he began to rub my ass cheeks, the cigar still in his hand. I could feel the heat of the cherry as his hand traveled over my ass and up and down my crack. He spit into his hand, placed the cigar in his mouth, and then rubbed his spit into my crack, paying special attention to the hole.As I continued to suck his cock, his fingers played with my hole. He pushed a finger into my hole, then immediately. He made lie on the bed and removed all his clothes. And then sat on the bed… He made me sit on the bed and started caressing my breasts. I too enjoyed and mean while I was touching his penis. Then he removed my dresses. Now I was with my bra and panty. As he like black I always wear a black bra and panty. He hugged me and removed the bra hooks and took it out. Then he smelled the bra and said “I smell so sweet”. And then he removed my panties too. Now we bother were completely nude. Slowly he. ..” Zetsa hardened her tone of voice, yet did not speak further. What she was implying was plain to their ears, even in the subtle manner she used.“Zetsa”, Grandmaster Kartion said in heavy tone, halted mid speech, heaved from his flared nostrils and continued. Their eyes met and he could still see the features of the little girl he once picked as his apprentice. “Not forever”. He finally said with meaning that sounded obscure, yet not to his daughter.His words weighed more than everything that.