* * * Gin was taking cookies out of the oven when Aren walked through the door. Apparently nothing weird has happened, he thought. She looks happy eno...gh to see me. Gin set the cookies down on top of the oven and wrapped her arms around Aren. He bent to kiss her and picked her up off the floor a little as he spun her around. ‘Someone’s in a good mood,’ Gin giggled as she hung on to Aren. ‘Oh, you have a phone message.’ ‘Damnit. From who? Eh, doesn’t matter anyway. It isn’t from you.’ He turned. Still just a young man of my twentieth year, my small height and slender frame keep me from fighting against the heathens under our king, Richard the Lionheart, but I am not saddened by this. Aggression is far too foreign a concept for me. “All clouds, no dragons,” I sigh into the breeze. “Damn.” I have spent the last week and a half standing in these fields hoping to see a dragon. With so few activities to distract us, my friends and I spend much of our time trading stories. I tell them time. I closed my eyesand let out a loud moan. “God damn, that’s it,” I said between eachbreath that I took.“Fucking /cum/ again for me then,” he demanded roughly.I was a littlesurprised by the way he demanded it, but also found that it turned meon. I /wanted /him even more.“God yes!” I bucked my hips toward his thrusting fingers and shook withdelight. He kissed me hard on the lips and I hungrily shoved my tongueinto his open, inviting mouth. I came once more, gasping and shakingwith pleasure. It did. "Life does bring some twists and turns as one lives it and this was certainly one that veered off from my expected course."Well, I ... I..." Say you will, Drew. We are so hoping you will. We'll take our clothes off, too, we'll all be together like that and keep it a secret forever."I did have a reaction to what she was asking, a physical reaction, as I felt my cock lengthen and swell.I had seen my mother-in-law in a one-piece swimsuit and, well, for a woman in her mid-sixties, she looked pretty.
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