His large black hands gently pulled my wife closer to him, grinding his groin into hers. Amy did not resist his move. I was turned on by the prospect ...hat finally a part of my long-held fantasy would be fulfilled. It wasn't long till his hands were kneading my wife's firm butt and hips. I could even tell she was enjoying herself somewhat surely the strong drink he bought her and the bottle of wine they had shared were doing their part to relax her. She even began to grind her pussy on his. I grew up in the Indian culture that clearly defined my role as such. I did everything that was expected of me, even to a fault. But that was three years ago, before I reached the age that scientists tell us women achieve their peak. When mother nature took her course, my sexual organs began rumbling and petitioning my brain that they were being underused and not living up to their potential.I always had a healthy sex drive or at least healthy as described by special doctors: a state of well. Some people say this is a sure sign of how trolls are inhuman monsters to make their young go out into the world all alone. Others claim it's the wisest way or rearing young yet devised. Grendel, nameed for a great uncle who came to a bad end, didn't much care one way or the other. All he knew was that he'd grown up on the stories of humans out there, and he wanted to go and see what all the fuss was about. Besides, as everyone also knows, trolls have monsterous sex drives, and Grendel was. One of the flight attendants was in her seat across from me, looking at me with an interested expression. I suppose I was turning around a lot in my incredulity over the lack of passengers. I checked my watch. 2 AM. I eyed her. She must have taken it as annoyance and she leaned over with this contrite expression, the kind that makes it impossible to blame a lady. ‘I’m so sorry about the delay, sir,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.’ ‘It’s just so late.’ ‘Where did everybody.