Being a 1BHK flat, space was a constraint – we had a clothes line outside the bedroom window and I used to hand my clothes for drying after the dail... washing. Normal, no? The bedroom was was adjacent to Prakash’s flat and he, too, used to hang his clothes out to dry. One day I noticed that my inner-wear appeared to have moved a little out of place. It seemed to be in a different place.I did not think too much about it then, thinking that I may have been mistaken. A couple of days later it. The first was his sword which was the usual weapon of a High Lord of Venda. But the hand forged blade of a High Lord of Venda was no ordinary weapon. Once he received the blade a High Lord would begin to use his power to enhance it beyond being a mere sword. Mev could use the sword to store power he could later draw upon at need and could be used to direct and emit energy beams toward distant targets. Mev had received the sword eight years before from Krazto the master sword smith and it been. She kept her pussy trimmed and neat, making it easy to go down on her, which I did with great frequency. In fact, some of the biggest pleasure I ever received from her was eating her out.In addition to banging our brains out, we would also meet for coffee from time to time. We tried Starbucks once but quickly discovered it was far too small for intimate conversations. So I found another coffee shop that was larger and much, much noisier. Certainly we couldn't be heard as we discussed the. Jona’s mother was a walking and talking centerfold in a suit cut high on her hips and low on her very full breasts so they were bare at the sides. The tight suit clearly defined her thick-lipped sex and disappeared into the crack of her buttocks.When Tommy finished the big lawn of nearly an acre he knocked at the back door. Jona’s mother opened the screened door and invited him in. “I’ll write you a check,” she said. She was wearing a very short, flowered robe, and Tommy was petty sure that was.