The littlenotebook slid from a pocket of the tattered jacket that had protected itfor the last two hundred forty odd years. But there was no mistaking...thejournal of Davi Rho, my father.I know my tears were flowing as Ta lifted her up to me."Momma?" she asked.Then together Ta and Cardurann were gently lifting the remains up to theledge in front of the cavern."Do you know who this was?" asked Zandra."Seeker Davi Rho," stated Ta as he read the name from the cover."Gwendolyn, I'm so sorry that we. I keep plenty of pairs of pantyhose, so if you feel aggressive, take pleasure in tearing my crotch open, or I’ll slip out of them.“I’d encourage you to remove your clothes if you like, but I’m also aware that you have war wounds. I won’t be put off by scars, but if you feel uncomfortable, wear or don’t wear whatever you like.”“That is no problem. I swim without my prosthetic foot, although I’m hoping to get a simple swimming prosthesis. Yes, I know of such societies. Further, while I absolutely. When Astridheard him yelp, she turned her head towards him, and smiled slightly, though it was a smile with no love left in it."Oh look, it's the puppyslut. Good job, you even found your clothes and your collar all by yourself!" the tone in her voice was mean, and she sounded even younger than usual. She turned her face back to the wolf, and pulled his head down so she could kiss him. It was a deep kiss, tongue and everything. The wolf didn't quite knot her, but he did cum in her. A lot. He. . good!Sir sees the change in Candy's eyes, the moment when pain rolls into pleasure that as his balls slap against the butt plug in her arse. Candy cums, hard; lights flash before her eyes, and her screams of pleasure reverberate around the room. Dimly, Candy is aware of Sir slowly withdrawing until only the tip of his cock still is inside her. Then, as Sir pushes his full length back into her in one hard stroke, the lights begin to flash more brightly as Candy continues to orgasm. As Sir.