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“Why—I mean, who should I ask, then?” “Not me.” The Huntress turned away, faced the rippling tent wall. I studied her nude form in the brazier light: muscled back and shoulders; slim waist; strong, round buttocks; firm thighs and calves; goose bumps beginning to rise in the chill. I tried to ignore my rekindling desire. Clearly, she would not discuss the subject. I could homemade thus only speculate that perhaps something in her past had sex soured her on ‘love’; perchance, this was the reason she would be content as a werewolf. On the other hand, mayhap the rumour that she and Skjor had been more than friends was accurate, and the Huntress was not – would never be – over him. Whatever the case, she certainly seemed sincere in her veneration of Hircine, as I knew I could never be; as I have mentioned, I have no use for deities and their manipulations of us ‘mortals’. Which was another reason for my ambivalence; I had been brooding on the rest of the Circle’s decision to remove the ‘taint’ of lycanthropy so they could anticipate their vision of the afterlife. To what could I look forward? As a Redguard, though orphaned young and raised in a tavern, I knew that Tu’whacca Yokudan, god of souls, would Big Tits guide me as the other gods set a series of trials before me on the way to the Far Shores. If I failed, I would find myself banished to the Dreamsleeve, whence I could either languish for an eternity or, perhaps, be reborn for another opportunity at life, as some races believed (Imperials, for one). Yet, did I wish to sit at the knee of some daedric prince, or take my chances with trials and perhaps move on to flashing a new life? After all, I have proven myself reasonably competent in this short existence thus far. As I revealed, I never knew my parents, and I spent my childhood in a tavern. I will not speak of it herein, other than to say I disliked my life, and sought to better my lot. I availed myself of every opportunity to learn: to read and write, for example. An old Imperial merchant – notice I did not say ‘kindly’, as he was not; he used me for his own purposes – taught me my letters and numbers. Thus did I learn how to get what I wanted – using guile, sometimes stealth, and both aspects of my physicality, including sex and, later on, my formidable strength. I also learned of the greater world from travellers, and developed a yearning to see and experience it – as if getting away from my virtual enslavement were not incentive enow. “Should we return?” Aela asked abruptly. For an instant, I thought she meant to whence I came, which provoked a violent reaction within me; but I answered, “Yes.” I needs must ponder my reaction more closely sometime anon. I return to the present crossroads. Even Aela, it seemed, was not unaffected by this war. “Damn shame,” she murmured. Corpses littered the slopes amidst rocks and scrub; guts, limbs, a head or two liberally strewn; blood soaked virtually every speck of snowy ground. This time, I felt no poignancy, only sadness. Vilja, apparently, thought I had other things on my mind. “If we meet someone when you’re a werewolf,” she proposed, “we could just pretend amateur that you’re a dog. I’m sure they would believe us.” Her comment did not sink in until I heard Aela snickering behind me, apparently unsure if she ought to be laughing, considering the scene. Trying to hold the mirth inside, I did not turn around; instead heeled my mount, continued westward. Some weeks later, intending to return to the hot spring near Eldergleam Sanctuary for a little rest and recreation, we happened upon yet another Stormcloak-Imperial battle. This time, however, a giant had somehow gotten embroiled in the conflict, and – by all the gods, again! – another dragon joined the fray. Even so, combatants would not set aside their differences to confront either, greater threat; everywhere small pockets of soldiers battled one Euro another, whilst a dragon circled overhead breathing fire down upon them and a giant indiscriminately knocked them flying. I was appalled, and incredulous. Withal, I entered the fight myself, albeit only to battle the dragon. Trudy and I shared everything since she had previously been Mr. Woodburn’s ‘mistress’ until she expressed her desire to end the relationship after she became serious with a man flashing outside of work. Men are already beginning to edge forward, but the captain has one final instruction. The day was blistering hot under the roaring sunlight that crashed down upon her and the two sensations seemed to equalize somewhere in the middle. Text sex me your address and have all your friends at your place no later than 3pm on Saturday. the nightstand. They would kiss and he would squeeze her breast, as they fucked harder than last time. By the time I went to bed my world was right. It was the end of my day and all the students had left. “Come on Crissy, taste it, it’s not bad tasting. “Fuckin cunt,” he said before storming out of the classroom. "What do you..." she started, then it faded out. I rose up with the tugging, which was from Leon, so I could better suck Chico’s big cock. I have to find a way to last longer, he thought to himself. "We have the twins boss and Susan and her amateur friend." I rummaged in the seat back in front of me and pulled out the packs of photos that Natalie had developed for us as an early wedding present. Something Euro she said catches my attention. He couldn’t take much more and he felt his body tense up. Susan: There is my mother and Jim, as I waved to them and they came over to us. “Hey look, it’s your ex.” Nicole pointed out fake-seriously, popping out of nowhere. She was breathing heavy so I worked my way up and we kissed again. After all we are all going to be living together once your lease runs out here Big Tits in a few months. She took a long drink of the whiskey, then looked at the clock. "Is he here, it's him I came to see." But he knew such an act would be rape and it would ruin any chance he had at consensual sex with his daughter. I thrust forward, burying into Branka's snatch. I buried deep into her and felt her cunt's contractions. I shared every part in full detail, even the fantasy I had as I jerked off after she left. You're cumming from anal!” Emma had calmed down and homemade I stood up and walked in front of her. “Can I trust you?” he whispered.