Dead Tree Island was now the home of a significant number of Boar-Men, and they were, now, well in control of the entire river trade, able to choke it... off nearly entirely, from this central point.In most land battles, the Boar-Men valued physical strength and the defeat of an enemy within arm's length, thus demonstrating the courage and bravery of the individual warrior. In battle they fought as individuals, and rarely ever ran away, even if the odds were much against them. They tended to fight. We arrive at the scene and its pa led full of people, we catch up with his friends in one of the bars and immediately start doing shots. after a few hard shots of vodka, I start feeling really good and get up to order a beer to sip on until my buzz wears off. While I waiting on the bartender, I start talking to this girl who was ordering something as well. she tells me that she was there with friends, but cleared out and she stayed behind. Her name was Brittany, she was roughly 5'9(mostly. ...fuck! My asshole felt stretched to breaking point and it seemed as though I could feel his cock in my belly!Each stroke pounded into me...his hands were on my hips, holding me and pulling me onto him, he reached around me.....grabbing my helpless, locked away cock and balls......tugging at me......"wanna cum slut?" he asked....."YES!"....I blurted through the gag! He laughed, "all in good time baby" he saidhis hand left my cock and moved to the back of my head, forcing my face into the. It felt so good I took even longer than I usually considered reasonable to lick those heavenly places, covering the same area many times over. By the time I reached the end of her inner lip, Betsy's hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders like a pair of pistons. Once again, I briefly raised my head and saw how her clit had completely pushed its way out from under its protective hood and resembled a lovely lustrous pearl. I didn't keep my face away.