Time: Sunday, March 3, 2019 4 PMAll five women were outside the boathouse, scanning the riverbank with binoculars for the arrival of Sandra’s group....Jada would occasionally glance at the linear sun and wish she could somehow stop its motion. There was still almost four hours till sunset and they had already moved all six kayaks back into the water. They should still have plenty of time for the four round trips it would take to ferry a dozen people to the island. Mandy, Oona, and Abit would take. She got mad and her hand that had been on my thigh moved to my face. We had drunk most of the bottle we were both very drunk."Young man don't make the same mistakes. Your wife is like my husband. Your time will come" she slurred. Her shoulder straps had dropped down her arms, the top of dress had fallen to reveal her ample cleavage was supported by a very expensive and ornately made brasserie. The split up the side of her dress had ridden up to her hip and as she had crossed and uncrossed her. “Camren Hill, Your Grace. He is now wed to one Ashlyh Waters, evidently also a bastard, but from the Crownlands herself,” Varys answered, waiting to see if anyone drew the right conclusions now.“That name ... not his, but hers, where have I heard it?” Tyrion stroked his beard as he thought aloud, “I believe that my brother, Jaime, would remember it.”“Yes, I’m sure that he would,” Ser Jorah quipped, “speaking of things past ... my wife, Lady Lynesse Hightower, has left her paramour and seeks to. She rubbed it into her boobs and gargled it, sicked it up onto the floor and then began to poop herself. Hers came out in long, sausage-like logs. She threw one at me and we both laughed and rolled around on the floor. The bouts of diarrhoea and poops continued for about half and hour, and during this time we were in too much agony to do much more than kiss, but once the shitting had died down, we began really making love. She called me her 'beautiful baby boy' and sat on my face, kissing me.