It’s like looking for a pin in the haystack. The nearer it gets to Christmas. The streets get busier, making it more difficult to find them.I change...my routine once a week. Tonight I got off at Oxford Circus Station. I proceeded up the steps leading to the exit. Converging onto the crossroad of Oxford Street, Regent Street and Bond Street. All directions appeared to be more active tonight, due to the weekend. Standing at the edge of the pavement, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Slanted. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, offering her glass.Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to drink quickly."Whoa!" she cried as the cold sticky liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her T- Shirt. "Oh, now look, it's gone everywhere!". Emma found a cloth, knelt in front of her and wiped the bottom of her shirt and her thighs.. She had also taken a branch of harvested fettock, lashing it to the back of her pack. The dangling leaves were another reminder of what an opportunistic creature this elf was, a gambler, a whore, and probably a thief. As she disappeared around a corner, Pardin's fingers began to twitch. They started to tingle. Pardin stared at his fingers and watched in amazement as the magic began to play across his fingers and palms in waves of blue. He blinked his eyes hoping that the magic would disappear. I had to adjust my stance because my cock was beginning to get hard fantasizing about my stepdaughter. I didn’t mind that she moved in with us to help her out but knew it was going to be rough with the fact, her mother, my wife had lost all interest in sex in the last two years. I was trying desperately to focus on getting this closet organizer installed when I heard, “Daddy.” I turned around and looked at Shyan sitting on the bed, “Yes,” I answered her. “You don’t mind if I call you that, do.