"There is an elf pledge and then there is a troll pledge, which is not subject to the loose interpretations of an elf," Fuster said."What do trolls ha...e to do with this," Pardin said."Trolls are the romantics of the magical world," Fuster said. "They are also hell bent monogamists who believe that sex should only be for procreation. They have a literal interpretation of everything they say and what they say, they mean. You can't play semantics with a troll."Pardin didn't know what semantics. Something changed in me as I watched him fall back on the bed, tears running down his fair skin, which was now red with the embarrassment of his biggest secret having been found out. I felt guilty and sad for having made him cry but I knew then that I truly did love him. I decided to take a chance and I lay down next to him and I gently called his name. Right as he looked up I moved my lips towards his and kissed him slowly at first but when I found out he liked it by the way he grabbed my. Then Sharon wove the tale of the final hand, but in her version, the inclusion of the teenager in the pot had been her dad’s idea. Anger had at this stage over taken the girl, anger at what her dad’s stupidity had cost them, anger at everything! Sharon wove the tale beautifully, with a craft and skill few realised she had. By the time she had finished she had the teenager girl wrapped in her arms, a comfort cuddle, of course. Not! It was like the python gently wrapping itself around its. She wanted him to continue. When she heard his zipper, she smiled to herself. He wasn't done yet.The two hands grabbed her hips and lifted, pulling her to her knees. Her face rested on the floor and her ass stuck in the air. She felt his cock tease her pussy, his head rubbing against her clit, sliding against her lips, coating itself in her juices, but never slipping in. She started to whine and moan, hating herself for giving in so much to him."Say it," she heard him whisper. "Just say it."She.