" he said.Jorgen went off and fetched Tony's food and wine. It was good. The stew was hot and filling, and the wine warmed him right through."This is ...ood stuff," said Tony."Thanks" said Jorgen. "It'll keep you warm, warmer then those clothes you're wearing will. You need seal skin and beaver, not sheepskin and rabbit. Go and see Grettle. Tell her I sent you, she'll see you right." Thanks, er, where do I find Grettle?" Tony asked."She runs the store, next to the stables." Jorgen replied.Tony. “What time is it, babe?” I asked Britta-Lise.“Five forty-five now. We have little over an hour for more scenes, if you wish them, before the caterers arrive,” my wife assured me now.“I will definitely take those pills, no doubt of that. You have enough for all of the guys?” I asked her.“It’s a fairly large sample. Why do you ask, not that I mind. I just want to make sure that you get the lion’s share of the pleasure. You’re the birthday boy, after all. This is your party, your film, all of that. I raised her legs and shoved my hips between her thighs exactly at her pussy. Now she could feel the heat of my large cock at her warmed wet cunt entrance. I gently pushed to ease into her making her feel the expansion of her innards to take me in her deep to my balls; producing a gasp as I pulled out for a hard inwards thrust hitting even deeper in her bosom. The feeling of being stuffed with my sex wand was totally unlike any other; making her senses go numb. A flame, a very deep flame. Taking the direct approach, I go right up to him behind the tree and grab his cock and grab him around his cute waist and start jacking his cock and nuzzling him and kissing his face and just wanting to fucking HAVE this guy, and he acts like, what were you waiting for, dumbshit? And then we are just ON each other and I ask if I can suck his cock, and he says do it, and then I'm trying to stuff his meat down my throat. I know from these stories it sounds like I have some kind of black guy.