I dropped the other half of the stone gangbang on the table, and informed them that the election for Froktora would be that night at Castle Thorum. Then I left the slack-jawed chieftains without a word, tossed my staff onto the ground, and transformed into a great eagle. Picking my staff up with my talons, I launched into the air. After flying for half an hour, I came upon an old citadel, the only discernable piece left of it being the gothic arch that once vaulted the atrium. I landed upon the apex stone of that arch, and transported once more. I was atop a hill. It was further south than Glacier Lake, as evidenced by the trees, but not much further south, for the trees were squat conifers barely taller than a child. I peered over them, and my vision was filled with motion. japan The Highland army was like a river of color, the golden helms reflecting the afternoon sun, the myriad banners forming a flowing tapestry over them. I had seen armies like it before, but not since the days of the old empire. It was vast, and blanketed hills and valleys, kicking up a cloud of dust that drifted in its wake. I dropped to the earth, and transformed once again. asian This time, I was a high-elf man of middle years, scarred and balding, the picture of a disgruntled career military man. I cast an illusion of uniform over me, turned my staff into a pike, and strode down the hillside. In my experience with military men, the worst were low-level officers. Being the bridge between enlisted footmen and high-ranking noblemen meant everyone hated them, and they hated everyone. So it didn’t surprise me that a red-faced captain came sprinting after me when I emerged from the brush. “Oi, you having a wank in the shrubs? What is your outfit?” He demanded in a thick northern japanese accent. “Seventh division, fifth regiment, third company, exotic first platoon.” I said with the amount of contempt the officer was used to, then added, “Sir.” “Seventh division, fifth regiment, third company?” The man jabbed at my chest, “You’re wearing a fucking Jonias uniform, you incompetent twat.” I gave the officer a hapless gesture, and he raised his hands like he’d lost all faith in elven kind. “Oh, you fucking Jonias bastards can’t get anything right. Your own lady mixes the whole fucking army up, so of course it’s her own kinsmen who can’t tell a shithole from a soup bowl.” The officer reached into his pouch, and pulled out a scroll, “Seventh, fifth, third…” he muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning, “now is that Xantian, or Huntiata, or Straltaira? Oh Good Mother, you figure it out!” He tossed me the scroll. I looked over the scroll, which listed every outfit in the army organized by the new structure put into place by Lady Catherine Jonias. Within one scan of the page I could tell that Jonias had intentionally organized the army to suit her house agenda, then realized how obvious it was, then poorly attempted to hide it. The result was a clusterfuck of redundancy and nonsensical regimentation that only a diplomat trying to play general could manage. It would’ve been better if she’d shuffled everything randomly. “I… uh…” I said dumbly. “You can’t get it, of course.” The captain sighed, “All right, you can tag along with my company until muster, then you just head back to your sector.” “My… sector…?” The captain stared at me blankly, then shook his head, and walked away. I followed him into the river of men, passing the banners of the noble houses until I rested beneath one that belonged to Shordian house. “Hey, keep the pressure on up there or we are all going to get wet.” Hank said from below. Jackie was confused a bride? "Yes. A middle-aged couple were coming down the stairs as I went up. I knew mom was right asian there because I felt her gangbang spread my legs for dad, and when I looked down, I saw him looking up at me while he kissed me lower and lower. You know exotic we came by earlier and listened at the door and did not hear anything, but we thought that was better than hearing yelling. He kept pounding away, each thrust bringing his climax closer. Dmitri was just japanese as Oliviya’s imagination japan had created him in her erotic nightmares. “I love it”, she finally exclaims. I pushed my bowl closer to Emily’s and pointed at my bowl. “Just slide down my body and you pull out my cock from my boxers. The young girl had retreated within herself to a place where words could not reach. I did what she said, I felt like my dick dropped one more drop of cum and I fell right on her pussy. with a huge smile.. I should’ve left you both alone in the first place.” She asked trying to embarrass me. He was like a modern-day Perry Mason, though few young attorneys might even know what the reference meant. Did I do something wrong? It will be good for business if you know what I mean.” Tony said and my tears ran down my cheeks. It was a Friday night and unusually, Gemma was having a night in. And luckily for me she was in a bra and pantie mood. The narrow trunks of the young trees were only four or five inches in diameter, and the saw made for fast work. As I slowly walked towards my apartment I saw half a dozen men exit the brothel building and hoped in 2 cars parked out front. “Wow what was that?” I asked Ashley waved at her brother enthusiastically from baggage claim, smiling broadly.