An 8mm bullet from a caseless-cartridge machine gun had imbedded itself in Diego's derriere sideways- -obviously after the misshapen slug had punched ...hrough something hard and bounced of another hard object. It was barely recognizable. The old 20th Century forensics would not have been able to positively match bullets from those 8mm folding machine guns to specific guns because of the polygonal rifling and the lack of ejected cartridge cases. Getting smacked by a spent bullet still hurt--and. The men spend their days sowing golden fields, gratefully embracing the bounty the goddess has once again provided. The women warm their beds for the winter, ready to be filled with the seeds of fall. The road back to Garreg Mach was cold, wet, and long, but it was finally coming to an end. You pause at the head of the column, returning from a mission hunting bandits in the northern Kingdom of Faerghus. Your students and attendant Knights of Seiros acquitted themselves admirably, and suffered. That seems to suit me.Along with the changes in my looks, my body is much more aware of sex. I think about it all the time and I have a very intimate relationship with my clit which I discovered when I was about eight or nine. And I prefer two fingers for masturbation which I do several times a day, if I can, and once at night in bed.I also like to masturbate in front of my mirror which has seen a lot of my pussy in the last few years. Unfortunately, no one else has seen it.This brings me to. Her whole body jerked wildly with pleasure and my hands slowed down their rubbing and probing. Gently bringing her down from ecstasy.We lay for a while in each other’s arms, stroking each other’s sex. She moved her body down towards my half erect cock and began to lick; starting at the base of my shaft and moving all the way to the purple head. She filled her mouth with our juices from my prick, and then she moved up to share them with me in a passionate kiss. She swallowed what she had left.