"Arlene was an overweight blonde, and tonight she was wearing a black teddy. From the evidence—there was a thin streak of come on her cheek—she'd ...lready been busy."I think it's better to do than to talk," Devlin said. She got up and went in search of that 'connection' she'd talked about. She found him in the front room. He was tall, with dark brown hair, and a thin layer of hair on his chest and tummy. The couches and chairs in the living room were full, so he sat her on the edge of the dining. The killer casually removed her helmet, and giggled as she watched yet another army run away.The dashing young elf general, still calling futilely to his troops, suddenly found himself in shadow. He knew, before he looked -- this must be Raia; she was after him. He turned and saw the killer, towering over him: seven feet tall, hulking, comprehensively armored, striking red hair cut short. Her face was freckled, open, almost adolescent; but her manic grin left no doubt about her dangerous. All shapes and sizes.After a while of this uninhibited chat, he suggested, “Why not drop those shorts buddy and swing free like me?” as the talk got hornier and more detailed.As he spoke he glanced down at his own cock. So having had a couple of beers by now, and losing my natural shyness, I stood up and removed my shorts. Apart from my boots and socks I was now naked in the open outdoors, free to be spotted by anyone around. From his sitting position he looked me up and down and said, “That’s. "I should've known you couldn't handle me. It takes a pretty special guy to keep up with me."My chance was quickly disintegrating. I hadn't had sex in nearly a year and I was beyond horny. I couldn't let this opportunity get away. I'd been fantasizing about Scarlett for months and if she wanted freaky, I needed to get my act together, take and deep breath, and suck it up. "Hold on," I began. "I-I-I'm a special guy. You'll have to be patient and show me the ropes?" Hmmm," Scarlett said as she.