Something to look forward to. Up ahead, I saw someone, wearing what looked like a monk robe, just standing on the hill watching the river. Odd.The mon... turned and to my surprise, it was a Khajiit. “M’aiq wishes you well,” he said.“Who are you, and why are you standing here?” I asked.In the slightly raspy voice of his race, he said “M’aiq is thinking that Nords are so serious about beards. So many beards. M’aiq thinks they wish they had glorious manes like Khajiit.”Okay, so he’s an insane monk.. Then she lowered her instrument and began to sing the words to the song in Gaelic. Her beautiful soprano voice sent shivers down my spine and though I could not understand the words, the grief that lay behind the words and the tune touched my heart. I looked over and saw that Rebecca was equally moved by the beauty of the singing and when she stopped the group received a great ovation. The played several other tunes and Flora sang again this time without music for it was a Scottish Psalm sung. At this point, I knew it was me, and I almost creamed my panties right there. I was wondering how long he was doing this, and so I left my panties on his floor and went to my room. I thought if he wanted something to jerk off too, I will give him something to jerk off too. I lay down on my bed, unzipped my jeans, and stuck my hand down my panties. I started fingering my little pussy, and masturbated until I came in my panties. I then took my wet undies off, went to his room, and put the panties. "I love your tits Debbie" and Mark starts rubbing Dons chest and pulling Don's nipples. "and I love your sexy little ass Debbie" and Mark pushes Don's backwith one hand forcing Don to lean over the table while Marks other hand gropes and plays with Don's ass, tracing his ass crack and pausing at his balls and anus putting slight pressure at each point. "wait, Mark! I'm not De..." Don starts to protest. "and I sooooo love your lips and mouth" and Mark placed a finger into Don's mouth, stopping.