Hell Yeah! I threw some trackies over my chaps & red mesh N2N jock strap, stuffed a bunch of my gear – jockstraps, bikinis, leather, rubber, gun oi... & Elbow grease in a gym bag -- some more favors, a black tank and my Treasure Island Media ball cap and bolted.It was quite a drive to the house in the best part of town. I showed up to a ranch set back on the lot. As I pulled my tank on I realized I had been partying and edging online, sweating , and was a bit ripe. I thought for a second and. She reached back and moved her string to the side and felt his cock slide into well-lubricated vagina with very little effort. Once she was fully seated, he told her to "ride it nice and slow, dearie!"The man was insufferable, but Fiona did exactly what he instructed he to do raising her buttocks up till she was poised right on the tip of his throbbing cock and then slowly sinking down until he was completely reinserted deep inside her pulsating core. The more she repeated the process, the more. Now he has past, she sees no reason to follow his silly and old superstitions. Probably all his talk of faierie folk and the queen of ælfen was just his way of scaring her away from danger in an interesting manner. Surely wild beasts were much more likely to attack than a mythical ælf? She doubted her sensible father really believed in such things. It’s a bright, sunny day in early May. The fertility festival has not long past. The sunlight is warm on our lady’s face, but a cool breeze reminds. The man seated to Kort’s right stood, unsheathing his sword. He held it by the blade, just below the cross-guard. “I too support Kort to be our new King.”“Kort, will you accept this honor, and bear this burden? Will you fight for us all? Will you lead in battle, and be the last to quit the field? Will you strive to protect all who live in Final Harbor?” The second Graybeard asked.Kort stood up. “I will, your majesty.” He bowed.“Then step forward, to the edge of the circle.” The third.