He needed to be stopped. Peace needed to come to the Strifelands. Two hundred years of fighting wasn’t accomplishing anything. No one had the streng...h to rule the entire country. The Empire of Zeutch would never be restored. Something else needed to take its place.A peaceful coexistence of the various princes.It didn’t take long for us to reach the Temple of Krab. It rose before us, that squat, unassuming building almost ignored by the flow of traffic of people as they visited the more popular. So, for me, having two wives was just what one did (if you could afford to support them, of course). Of course, Mara was not my wife. She was Tomas' wife. There was never any confusion about that. So, when Tomas asked me if I'd consider being a sperm donor in order for his wife to have a baby, was surprised, as well strongly tempted! We began chatting on-line late at nights about he and Mara's determination for her to have an African-fathered baby.I asked him why they were so keen on that idea?. And there she was, half-lying on the chesterfield, dressed in an old-pink negligee, mules of the same colour, fire-red polished toe-nails, chomping down on a peanut butter and banana sandwiche. On the living room table was a glass of Champagne and the bottle in an ice-bucket beside it.“I always need a little snack after a performance and of course some Champagne” she said. “How else do you think I can keep this opulent figure, and the Champagne, well, luckily, this is just one of those perks I. ” was repeating inside my head.Rohan would have sensed my problem and he started playing with my manboobs. It helped a lot! I lowered further and now his dick-head was completely inside me! My ass was on fire but Rohan’s hands on my boobs were dousing this fire. I was now ready for more and was preparing myself to go further down.As soon as I lowered further, Rohan pushed his dick up into me with a strong jerk. Rohan’s entire 7″ was inside my ass. It gave a huge spike of pain. But quickly, he.