She use to receive us , help us change our cloths and serve us lunch. I was a joyful and playful kid compared to my brother, I used to play with Anith..., hang around with her and help her with small chores of house. (I think this was the time when our bonding grew). I started liking her company, and she used to kiss me in cheeks occasionally on lips (which at that time I used to hate because it felt wet). The bonding grew and we started spending more time with each other. For every afternoon nap. I got mad when he finally sent me his very huge black cock…Seamus told me he was in his late forties, divorced and horny…After two weeks, he started insisting we should meet somewhere for coffee or a drink. He said we could meet even in a motel room.He was so persistent. At first I was reluctant, since I was a married woman and, although Victor did not fuck me properly sometimes, I loved him with all my heart…Seamus kept asking and asking until I finally gave in. I agreed to meet him at a motel. Each time they plunged deeper engulfing more and more of my shaft. I was concerned that one of them night choke as I they took my glans slid into their throats but each time they came back for more.As they worked my cock I caressed each of their gorgeous asses maneuvering them round so that I had access to their juicy young cunts. One of them was shaved but the other was beautifully natural and I realised that this could be a good way of telling them apart. I pushed my thumbs into their wet. Still, if the satyrs had been better troops, they might have been able to use their numerical advantage to put some serious hurt on Opso and his men. We had our healing charms and rings, so we didn’t expect any fatalities on our side, but there could be a lot of pain.The satyrs reacted by matching the charge of Opso’s group, and they could run faster because they were not burdened by the metal armor as were our men. Actually, this charge by the satyrs was a disaster from their point of view.