We had to win. I had to see the Serpent Oracle.And I couldn’t die. My family would suffer a cruel fate without me to protect them here.The fear chur...ed through me even as the battle exhilaration boiled through my veins. This was real. Ghan and his wife were trying to kill us. The centaur charged at us, lowering his lance. The point gleamed as he galloped toward us, his muscular torso rising from the front of his horse half.He seemed so large as he charged at us. Towering over us. He turned,. Inside my boxers, her fingers stroked my scrotum and sought out my dick. "Umm," she whispered. She glanced up at me. "Are you a runner? I knew a sprinter who was built like you." "I'm in a lot of sports," I told her.Mei Ling's eyes fell to the front of my underwear. She went up on her knees and pulled my boxer briefs down to my ankles.I was gay, and I was scared; so I was about as soft as soft gets. Mei Ling nuzzled into that softness and when she murmured, "Mmmm," her voice vibrated my. She acted surprised that we had company.Playing hostess, she asked if the boy wanted a Coke, if I wanted a bourbon, got the drinks. When she gave the Coke to the boy, she bent, making sure he got a glimpse of her breasts down to the nips.She sat across from him, legs slightly parted. My cell rang. I announced I had to leave for about 30 minutes. In actuality, I never went further than the window at the side of our house, proceeded to watch.As my wife pretended to do the interview, her robe. "This is taking too long, what's going on? Whatare all these stupid messages? Something's not right with Harrison..."Tim laughed sadly, the sound a metallic echo in the enclosed cylinder."Wait and watch, it'll work it all out eventually. Give the poor machinesome time, for heaven's sake - you don't have any idea what it's tryingto do."The screen continued:HR-3: Rescanning at higher resolution... completeConstructing body model... done, 54.7% matchWarning W208: low match rate detected,.