He said, but then he made me another request. Can I…touch it? he asked a little ashamed. Well, I guess…you can… so I just lifted I little my PJs...shirt as he touched it slowly, that made me let out a low moan, his hand was soft and shaking from nervousness. You like it? He said as he started grabbing me tightly, this was leading far, and he just wanted to look, as of I actually believed that story, I guess that…deep down I actually wanted to do something with him. Ahh..Im gonna…come.. I came a. There aren’t a lot of those women around; she’s like rich chocolate milk served in a fine gold, Eucharistic chalice. How could I not want her? Loving her would put me in competition with her husband and I don’t wish to compete with him, I want simply to fuck his wife and send her home to him used goods. Well used. I want to be grateful to him for blessing our union if only for a night or a weekend. I want him to be grateful to me for fulfilling their fantasy. It’s symbiosis. She wants to be. At one point, her eyes went wide open and she put her hand to her mouth. I heard her say, "he didn't!...well I never!...oh my!" Carol you keep him, he's one of a kind!"Sylvia came over, giving me a hug, and welcomed me to womanhood. Then she hauled off and hit me in the arm (hard,) saying, "Don't you ever do that to me again! You scared the shit out of me." Then she gave me another hug and started to cry.I guess I really had shook her up. I apologized and gave her a hug and kiss.Sylvia held. It was a Runesword and its name was Deathbringer. A name that caused even the most stouthearted to flinch and give pause; a name that even the 'Three' must heed.His musings were interrupted by a servant who entered the throne room and quietly cleared his throat. "Your Majesty?" Yes, what is it?" he asked with an air of indifference."Your Majesty, Princess Rannath has been sighted at the city's gates and is on her way to the palace," the servant, the King's personal manservant, replied.The news.