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The sheet for the sword still take some space even if we fold it together. The guards for a large city get a cut from things to declare for strangers entering, they are bound to search everything. Only locals that pay taxes can get passage without getting searched.” I explained. “Oh, I remember now,” Elenore said. “At the toll station we Hairy hid the sword sheet among the packages. I forgot that part.” “Would perhaps have been better if we had stayed with the caravan?” Elenore suggested. “The number of wares in robber’s hideout were huge. Getting the wares them down to coast before winter would be a challenge, getting them to the capital would be impossible. I am not prepared to take the gamble to pause my quest for revenge for the whole winter,” I replied. “Okay, any other ideas about how we can pose as locals?” Elenore asked. “My best current idea is more about where we might try our luck,” I said. “I remember my father talking about visiting a religious altars outside of Netter's Harbour. Originally it was intended for travelers when starting a journey, but father also mentioned there was a custom for desperate people from the town going there when they wanted to pray to the gods.” “How do you mean desperate?” Elenore wondered. “At the traveling altars there are fewer neighbors watching so people that are really desperate prefer to go there. With luck we can find somebody to bribe to bring us into the city,” I said. “Somebody that is pious enough to pray, but open to take bribes,” Elenore commented, but then added. “Actually I might want to pray some myself so I don't mind going there.” She was looking down at her slightly blowjob round tummy and I chose to remain silent. It felt good to have sort of a plan, the only problem was that I was unsure about entering with my sword. My own research about the background Nachtal had without much effort revealed lots of tales about the demon in the sword. Quite many priests had encountered people wearing the sword and made notes about the encounters. I Hardcore could not discount the possibility that they had done so because they could sense the magic or the evilness of the sword. Maybe if I knew for sure the power in the sword was dormant I could have taken the chance to walk by the holy altars, but the asian power of the sword could hardly be dormant if was transformed by magic. Walking into the holy site grounds with a mysterious long package wrapped in a carpet, also seemed like a very bad idea. One option would have been to send Elenore along on her own, but I suspected I would need to stay close to Big Boobs give her instructions if she found a target to bribe. Actually there was also the danger that the holy people might sense the unholy child growing inside her. I needed to be close if there was a need to arrange a rescue. All things considered I guessed the chance for Elenore’s to go undetected was better than mine. Most likely the child would be hidden by her own natural aura and thus the best option seemed for me to wait outside the gates with the sword transformed into a magic cock so that would make it harder to spot. The sword transformed to magic cock might be a really large cock, but not so large that I could not hide it below my clothes. There would of course be a telltale bulge japanese but it would be less noticeable than a long carpet roll. Wrapping the carpet into a smaller package would make it far less noticeable. The autumn weather was surprisingly good here down by the coast as I pulled my linen pants down to expose my pussy. In front of me I had the huge dildo handle, but honestly I was all tensed up and nervous. You will anchor the small office that I have at the Pentagon, blowjob and the little Corporal that you met at my party will be your receptionist, secretary and place keeping person to prevent any untoward actions to my space there. Hairy Are you afraid of asian a mere human?" Her flaccid human penis was pink as were the nipples of her pert C cup Hardcore breasts. Wind is not kind to japanese skirts in the first place but, made worse by not wearing anything underneath. Grandpas friend asked if he was allowed to fuck me with things, and Grandpa asked him “like what”. Becky’s and Liz’s nipps were hard all the time too. I guessed every divorced father had to be the cool dad, since we couldn’t rightly claim to be the patriarch. She pulled a sour Big Boobs face, "I've just broken up with my boyfriend." “Harder Babe… Fuck Me Harderrrrrrrrr” she yelled out. let me sleep for while.. ”So do I,” I mumbled, but now I was getting nervous. “ Its home-schooling. "No you're not; if you can't keep it together long enough to dress you will stay dressed as you are," Linda commanded.