To my relief I got all their names right. To their relief too.At the end, they started asking each other, "Was that everyone?", "Did he miss anyone?"I...said, "Put your hand up if you're pretty."That caused some interesting confusion. I gave them a few seconds, then added, "I only remember the names of pretty girls, so put your hand up if I remembered your name."Most of them put their hands up, but three did not. I called out their three names, then added, "I remember your names, so you must be. "Belad asked the question and his face reddened further at her answer. He looked to the distance as he tried to formulate his answer."Your name has sounds they don't use," he said. "So in Umbria, you were known as Yorkarn. But that word means ... well it means 'beautiful.' Yor means 'beauty.' They didn't want you to be known as Beautiful or Beauty so they settled for another word, Yerk." Which means?" Jorgarn prompted.Belad looked to the ground."I simply want to know," Jorgarn said. "I won't. She then asked if we wouldn't mind coming along too as she was a little unsure of how she felt about the guy but i said that i didn't think that would be a good idea as it would look a bit strange but then she told us that she'd already told him that we'd be there and he didn't seem to mind. I was a bit pissed off at this but Emma, as she always did, gave in and said that we would go.That Saturday night we all met up in a pub in town and Jane introduced us to Mick, a tall well built Aussie who. Going through her mind was that she so much wanted to hear the unhindered noises of distress, and enforced pleasure as the semi live gelatine things worked inside. It wasn't an accident then that she first held up each one, and played it across the exposed mouth of the woman so that she could identify the shape, and the feel of it before it was offered to its respective hole.The six inches or so of the length, and the two inches approximately of the girth slid into the vagina with ease. There.