"With each stroke of your breasts, the more and more pleasure you'll feel passing through your body. With each new gentle caress, your breasts will b...ecome increasingly more sensitive. And as they become more sensitive, your feminine sexual arousal will be steadily reinforced."After little time had passed, Kevin, highly aroused, was also breathing quite heavily as he continued his gentle fondlings of his breasts. He couldn't stop his playful stroking of them, but then, if he had his own way,. One down and the other closing fast, I noticed that his sword, while big and heavy, was poorly made. I quickly decided to end this farce of a fight and blocked his sword with the edge of mine. Clean cut at the hilt, I ran past him and back handed his head off his shoulders. Showy but it got the point across. Now the natives looked restless. I had just killed two of them in under 5 seconds without really breaking a sweat. Stopping before I reached the group, I gestured with my sword to the male. In normal circumstances this would be worst sight for us but in the shivering cold, even his raggedly blanket appeared super comfortable and cosy. But I dont think we wanted to share his blanket. Instead, he extended his hand out and offered as a sip of his rum which he had been drinking straight from the bottle. I was a bit hesitant as the beggar looked…well… like a beggar. He was about 60 years old and his hair was unkempt and matted with unwashed dirt. He looked like he hadnt had a shower in. One afternoon he came by the house, followed by this sexy, dark-haired Spanish girl. She was a few years older than me, and after viewing the house moved in shortly after. This girl had a gorgeous face, long dark wavy hair, tiny waist and a stunning round arse. She was a student nurse, and worked part-time at a McDonald's at the evenings. One night, when both housemates were out, I snuck up to the Spanish girl's room. I went straight for her underwear drawer and found it filled with cotton.