One of the more important things we'd accomplished during the summer was the building of a system of sealed aqueducts leading water from the large poo... high above our meadow to a large holding tank built on a sturdy platform about thirty feet above the ground and from there to various locations where the water was needed.I calculated that the pool was about a hundred feet above the ground level of our meadow. The depth of my holding tank was fifteen feet. The drop from the top of the pool to. Arnial traveled in silence for the few hours it would take to reach him.The place she had come to was a grove of trees with a wooden home built into the branches. The home was the elegant swirl of elven design that she had always been used to when she had grown up. The windows were opened and there wasn't really a door just a beautiful blue cloth strung over the entrance way."Thrimdal, are you here?" Arnial called up to the house.There was a movement at the door and then her friend appeared at. Revor looked and smelled so good with the tiny towel tightly wrapped around his middle his huge flaccid cock hanging down almost to the floor of the tent ,I could not keep my horny little fingers of of the nine foot tall giants huge thick cock it was so mesmerizing at just the sheer thick ness even with both of my hands I could only reach three quarters the way around the thick pile driver size cock as I took long strokes down the full length of Trevor's mighty flaccid cock ,looking up his. In a rustle of silk, she slipped the sexy fabric over her head easing it over her breasts and shimmying it over her hips before finally smoothing out the fabric and buttoning the chest before finishing with her favourite pair of heels. In this dress, she felt invincible, fabulous and eminently fuckable.Tonight, ‘eminently fuckable’ was the look she was going for. It had been too long and she desperately needed a wonderful cock inside her. ‘Fuck, I’m hot,’ she thought while smoothing her dress.