Think before you speak, boy. That's a good lad." So they're puppets," Eric concluded. "And you're pulling their strings." You are getting the picture ...ow, my brother," Timicus said approvingly. "I could not risk the Queen's safety by bringing two real live dragons here, but it isn't quite as simple as that, I'm afraid." No, of course not," Eric sighed."I didn't lie when I said I wasn't a dragonologist. In order to make the fight believable, they will have to fight like real dragons. Therefore. Or they should ride your hart!Somewhere in rural Colorado, 5 am.It was still dark outside, but once again Lori Dalton would suddenly wake up alone on her King-sized bed. As always these days, she would feel alone, horny, and stressed, with the other side of her bed unbearable empty.The worst thing that would enter her mind was her memories about the happier mornings when David was still there. Despite several beautiful daughters and two decades of marriage, they would always wake up together. She kept lowering herself until my entire 6.5 inches was inside her, sighing as she finally reached the base. I could feel my cock throbbing inside her as she just sat still. I saw her luscious tits right above but I could not touch them. Her nipples were hard, and little goosepimples were forming in her brown areolas. Her breathing was increasing, as was mine. She asked how long it had been, and Di said--almost gasping--only 20 seconds. So looked at me and said, "Fuck this," and began slowly. The bra’s strap was driving me mad. The way it was tightly sticking to her perfect body was damn seductive. She turned towards me, this time not to check on me, but with her cloth in her hand to wear. She leaned to take off her pajamas, and a couple of clean white and perfect mass of muscle freed itself dangling from her chest. The cleavage was so attractive that I found myself unable to wait to talk to her about that. She suddenly stared at me and found me gazing at her cleavage.“You’re awake?.