Whenever I won a hand, the middle-aged lady producer kept smiling, and when I lost, she commiserated most sincerely. She even started flirting with me... and if we'd been sitting closer together, I wouldn't have been surprised to feel her fondle my leg, despite the fact, everyone was obliged to keep their hands visible. What was more amazing, especially considering my conservative English upbringing, this was happening in front of her husband who stood behind her and watched adoringly. Then she. "Not permanently," Dron replied. "A few herds of meat animals pasture here, followed by wandering herdsmen. The plants grow too sparsely to support steady grazing, and this high plateau country is too cold for most people."His explanation was interrupted by a grunting scream, echoing from ahead and to one side of the road. Hurtling toward them from out of a shallow ravine came a creature that struck terror to their hearts."Strider!" yelled Pete. "Scatter!"The humans, no longer burdened by heavy. Took me a while but when i got to hers it was already 3pm. We didnt have much time before her son and his friend came round for tea. We hardly got started when the door opened and in walked her son of 18 and his friend from College. We was chatting and had a coffee and she said to me why dont you stop for tea and then when me son goes back out we can carry on.So after tea i was waiting patiently for her son to go out and take his friend with him which I caught him on numerous occasions staring. I’m removing her hair towards her belly, around her inner thighs, working my way slowly towards her outer lips. Nothing sexual. Just keep cutting.I’ve been so focussed on my work that only now I realize that her inner lips are glistening. A drop of liquid has accumulated at the bottom of her opening, starting to flow down into her butthole. Her clit is now somewhat enlarged, pink and protruding slightly under her hood. I’m trying to ignore it, and keep repeating the mantra: Nothing sexual, I’m.