Amy had been almost as sheltered as Ron (which probably explained why they got along so well), but as a result, she was also clueless as to how unusua... her boyfriend's cock truly was. She had found it extremely exciting the first time she saw how her petite hand grasped its base, most of the shaft still wavering above her hand. As she had tentatively stroked his thick penis, she kept remembering the way her girlfriends had described giving blowjobs. She wanted to please Ron, but still not lose. She cut her already sedate speed even further. Her bike might be sturdy enough for broken terrain and avoiding fallen trees, but was still likely to spin out on slick roads.She was tempted to take the Goethals Bridge. The three other bridges in the area were longer expanses and more likely to be impassible. They discussed it before she set out, so she stuck to the Lincoln Highway and Pulaski Skyway, although the roads grew increasingly swamped. Only now, the cars hadn't been left intact to. The orc fell backwards with a sudden thud, dead. A long narrow arrow had been pierced right between its eyes. Frieda opened her eyes, and looked towards her saviour. A tall, leggy, buxom, bleached-blonde, female elf wearing a short tunic made of large glittery leaves was sitting in a tree, her bow resting on her lap and a quiver on her back.She jumped down and landed silently on her feet, with effortless grace and dignity, as though she had floated on the air. She approached Freida on the. .After a few weeks Lorraine asked me over to hers for some extra practice. I jumped at the chance and so one Saturday night I turned up at her flat. We talked over a couple of glasses of wine. And then: "So how about our dance practice?" She put some music on and took my hand. We moved awkwardly at first. "Move your hand lower down my back," she said as she pushed into me. My two left feet took over and as we attempted some step or other, we fell and I found myself sprawled on Lorraine's living.