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  • Her eyes bore through me for that second, the light brown almost honey hue drew me in then it was lost to the darkness again. I was too muddled to remember to breathe, pulling in the life saving air as a soft giggle echoed in the silent manor. Her breath was sweet it was almost choking, I could tell she was still close her voice hit the ear with the clarity of a chiming bell and the soft caress of satin easing me and raising the cockles of my neck all in one. "Hello there, unexpected one." Who is the Therapist ? “Bye Dad”, she said while bounding down the steps and walked to her car. He stood looking out of the storm door to enjoy the view as she walked away. Trying incredibly hard not to be obvious he snuck peeks of her every single chance he could. Standing just at 5’ and weighing around 105lbs she was slight and slender to say the least. Her tits were a small handful each, belly curved out ever so slightly and her ass was small but pronounced and so soft to squeeze. The sundresses she always wore accentuated her assets. Hanging midway between her knees and her waist helped expose a lot. The straps holding it up and the low cut gave a great view of her arms and tanned chest and neck. When she squatted to pick something up or sat down her dress would ride high up her thighs giving me a peek of her white panty covered pussy. She turned when reaching her car then smiled and waved. I had meant to move left and out of view before she “caught” me but I was desperately trying to visualize her naked for the umpteenth time. It was to late so I stood there while she got in the car. Driving off she waved another bye and I returned it. Breathing a sigh of “damn i would like to fuck her”, I closed the door. Like many nights I already conjured a scenario that I would be jacking off to that night. “Im gonna fix supper now”, I yelled to my son while heading to the kitchen. Without the distraction of a pretty young woman in the house I could finally focus on their domestic needs. The fact that scrumptious young woman was my sons Therapist didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter to me one bit that I was well old enough to be her father. If I had a chance to have her I would take it. Of course the company she worked for would frown on such activity but then again they would frown on certain things they already do and talk about. We had an instant report right off the bat. She loved her job helping kids and she gave him some personal background on how and why she went into that field. To help me help her she wanted some of my sons background which I felt ok in doing. Neither felt we needed a filter when conversing with one another. Dispensing with certain decorum was refreshing, it made conversations and making a point much easier. She had a particular style and method in dealing with the compromised children that made up the company’s client list. It was sort of “out of the box” which rubbed her boss the wrong way but she did get results and people are who they are. I like her method and approach as a lot of the usual or by the book methods weren’t cutting it. Her “unconventional” methods did take a toll after awhile and her boss let her go. After months and months of her working with my son I wasn’t about to have another change in Therapists yet again. The others that company provided before left for reasons such as getting married and moving to another relocating or even one that wasn’t a good fit. I liked this woman, not just because she was pretty and I wanted to do her but also because of exactly how and who she is. Six months later the company she worked for let her go. This put her in a tight spot because we all live paycheck to paycheck. At least you got my blaster back. I needed no time or thought to answer that question! It wasn’t long before I was totally lost in Scarlett and, looking up at her, I thought she was sharing the same experience with me. We moved together, our timing sheer perfection, our rapture unparalleled. Ashley noticed the kid was staring and snapped him out of it. The more she licked and the longer she stayed on her knees, the more aroused was her body. Brent excused himself to go out and do something in the living room. I want to feel your dick explode deep inside my pussy." “I mean, maybe not the whole story, but still..” Brigitte acknowledged, shifting around on the sofa was relaxing on. Then with a cheery “See you later,” of they went. I worked my way up and down several times taking more each time. John, I, and Fred all went with his nephews. “Please, mom?” But now I want more." Thirteen, going on 30, she jumped up to give her Daddy a hug, pressing her small titties into his chest as she wrapped him into her arms. While the merchant bitches get given to the crowd we take the others from the square. Rachael’s moans and squeals of pleasure told me that it was not unappreciated. I would assume one of my alternatives that was of their age group and assume their type of manner and seek them out to drink with and dance with. That may make it sound easy, but its not. He found himself thinking about what he had written on his notebook. Thank you for respecting my request, though, Sir.” Fantasy geeks who don’t know a halberd from a hauberk, stick-jocks complaining about using padded weapons, you know, yadda yadda yadda,” Rebecca murmured, a dreamy look in her eyes. It seemed to make just as much pleasure for her as for me, especially if I was up to returning the favor. “I dare you to show me you boobs.” I place the head of my cock against your anus and slowly start pushing. This statement made everyone but me laugh, even Natalie. I took half an hour to take a shower and then woke the boys. He had a chode, short, but very thick. Tom pushed again with his finger and lifted Bill to his tiptoes. It will help take her mind off this afternoon’s experience,” Jessie said before Emily bounced out of the bathroom. “You’ve come because you need something from me.” I said, “As acting tribe leader, I am entitled to a tithe from any outsider seeking my audience.
  • She sucked one, then the other, then guided them between my legs. “When we get back to the Great Forest,” Elena whispered, sliding my finger past my pussy, and pressing them against my favorite hole, “I’m going to fuck this slutty little ass of yours until you beg me to stop.” I shuddered at the idea of it, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “Can’t you give me something to hold me over until we get there?” “No, Yavara.” Elena grinned, “Discipline, you understand? I like the idea of you begging. I want you on your knees and begging for it once we get there.” Elena pushed my own fingers into my ass. I gasped in pleasure as she worked them deeper, twisting until I felt my knuckles pressing into my dilated rim. She was erect, Elena was, curved backward with need in her pants, but she would not relent to her own desires. She stood up, and left me there to violate myself like a fool. “Time to get dressed Yavara.” She said, smiling at my disappointed face. “You bitch.” I growled, withdrawing my fingers. I instinctively sucked them clean, then realized with a sigh that I’d have to brush my teeth again. I slipped on my black dress as Elena dawned one of Zander’s overly-large cloaks. With the hood up, it would conceal her face, ears and hair well enough, though her stature was still unmistakably elven. We walked downstairs as Prestira, Brock and Zander were finishing up breakfast. Brock eyed Elena warily. “You look different.” “You’re a very perceptive orc.” Elena replied. “Oh great,” Brock said as he tore a piece of bacon with his teeth, “another smartass in the group. You and Zander should get along just fucking fine.” We finished breakfast and walked out the door. I daresay we made an odd group, but in Ardeni Dreus no one noticed. Brock had an extra spring in his step as we walked, and he filled the air with stories about his tribe. “Sherok is my wife; you’ll like her, my queen, she’s a lot like you. What is that Mr. Merculief?” Dan wondered if he should apologize for the obvious faux pas or just let it die. It started in her posture. I did not just USE your wife. For some reason I was disturbed more by her response than anything else – for example, the fact that I was responsible for the butchery – as the blonde had not displayed any squeamishness thus far in our adventures, in spite of encountering, perhaps even inflicting, much worse. Alex screamed as his body immediately reacted with extreme pain as his cock dropped like a rock. I want her cream showering your face.” Then Mark pulls out and starts stroking his cock as he sprays his spunk all over my Mrs. I tell Gemma to help me finish so she grabs my cock and envelops if deep into her throat once again. I picked up my phone and began making some calls. But you... feel free to explode on my futa-dick as much as you want.” I tell the crowd thanks for coming and if they want a virgin female it will be coming up soon. By the time I got back to the bedroom, the thick liquid that was on Miriam’s chin was now dripping onto her boobs. You have barely slept when the doorbell rings. It met the sky’s gaze with a fever of its own, deepening in color the farther out it reached. The air got sucked right out of me, some from her lungs and some from her tongue. She looked at them with her best pouty face.