It never bothered Thorvald, of course. And it certainly wouldn’t tonight after all the ale he’d drunk. It was Astrid’s duty to give pleasure to ...im, hoping as always that she might be blessed by another son as a result of his exertions. Thorvald thrust away, caring little as to how his wife might feel. In any case, it was unlikely he’d last very long until his passion was defeated by his inebriation. But this was their last night together for so many months and Astrid had been waiting for this. I was overwhelmed; I felt like I was juggling bowling balls without a helmet, each one threatening to crash on my head and end the whole performance.The first bowling ball, my whore of a wife Audrey, decided to clean me out and leave me for the second ball, a biker named DJ. Well this "wimp" got the better of him and I gave DJ a little limp to remember me by. Ball number three: a biker gang wasn't going to let me just stomp on one of their own, so they came after me. Luckily my cousin Lou is a. She was wearingonly a tank top and sweats which gave a great view of the girl.While her tits were small they were nonetheless extremely well formed andvery perky, her ass however was second to none, perfectly shaped and tobe honest it was truly amazing. I was actually thankful for being a girlright now as if I were a guy I would have had a raging hard on, much tomy embarrassment. However as a girl it was much different, I could feelmy nipples hardening a bit and a small but growing wetness. Ready, excited and still nervous, I jumped on the train to our meeting place.*** He made me wait and if there was something that I didn’t like was for someone to be late. I prided myself on always being on time. I was raised that way; it was something that I appreciated from others. But he made me wait. So instead of staying in a good mood, more importantly sure of my choice to have a date with the guy, I started to have doubt. I send him a text that I was there and waiting, he responded that.