But he said "Courage, my friend", and we went on. I love the way he says his r's — he rolls his tongue and his lips make this wonderful flapping sou...nd.We followed the trail down the hill until it came to a little dell with some houses in it. At first there was no one around — I thought they must be up at Dro's trial, because Uncle said that the steward at the Castle said everyone had to go. But as we passed the third house, an old grandma looked out at us. The look on her face! She was pretty. They were allout here to enjoy just that, life love and living.The streets would be lined on both sides withspectators from all over the world, all come to see thewonderful display that made the three day spectaclethat was the Rio de Janeiro, annual Mardi Gras. Lorenawas so nervous that she was sure she needed to pee, butit was too late now. A small boy marched importantly tothe front of the crowd and slowly with difficultypulled the wide three meter high wooden gates open oneby one. As he. .." Her voice was dull."You want a drink... ?" Brad asked, pushing a water glass under her nose."P-Please... I-I would like to have some water..." I'm talking about whiskey..." Brad said.Whiskey! Perhaps it would help... at least it might dull things a little for her."All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision."It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon. I pushed firmly against her and with a bit of effort, my glans popped into her rear tunnel.“Ooooomph!” she groaned. “Go slow!” she gasped.I gently and slowly worked my dick into her butt. It took a couple of minutes, but finally I was fully embedded in her. The heat was volcanic, and she was super tight.“Oh my God!” Trish exclaimed. “It’s really in there! Shelly! Oh, wow!”“I know!” she groaned. “It feels like a tree trunk!”I slowly pulled back, then pushed forward until I was fully inside her.