He was visualizing her as she became the nasty girl of his dreams. He was getting so fucking hot just thinking about really telling her,...that he almost came inside of her sweet strawberry blond pussy. He slowed his pace and tried to think about something else, but he couldn't. He was so consumed by this desire, he knew he had to tell her. Suddenly, almost as if in a dream, he started to say to her the words that were to forever change the course of both of their. "lle naa n'e en' sul ar' weary, tender edhel," I hear again behind me, "leth auta en' lle dela ar' hama."When I look up from the rose, the Elf is finally standing there in front of me. He's taller than I am, dressed in black and dark autumn red. He is wearing a leather hood with a silk mask across his nose and lower face. All I can see are his shinning green eyes. He repeats again, "Relax, slender kitten, it's late and you're moving far too quickly." He walks away from me and rests upon the. She smiled angelically as she took his ass and made him hers.Ian moaned ecstatically as Susan fucked him softly on the rough carpet, gently probing his prostate. "You are my very good boy." "My Turn!" barked Karen as she sat lubing up her thick black cock on the sofa. "Sit on it bitch!"Ian climbed astride her, placing the head of the cock at the tip of his hole. Facing her, he slid down groaning to the delight on her face. Her hands gripped his cheeks and spanked them. "Ride my cock, bitch. Captain Porter made short work of this, claiming that the handling of the ship required all hands and asking all passengers to leave the deck. That meant another confrontation in the main cabin, because Pettigrew insisted on leading a lengthy prayer there. It was Mr. Edson who ended it, reminding Pettigrew that he was neither the ship’s chaplain nor currently leading a parish, and thus in no position to represent the Church of England. The look Pettigrew cast at his fellow passengers was.