At least Ser Bronn hadn’t softened. Maybe Sam would, and maybe he wouldn’t, having seen the Dead for himself, but Ser Bronn saw the brutal necessi...ty of it and carried out the royal edict without any exemptions or clemency. The dead must be burned, and those who refused would themselves be burned instead. Even old bones must be exhumed and cremated, every last one of them. Nothing must be left for the Night King to revive as a wight peril within the city walls. That was good news for now at. “So we’re running these errands for your ego?”“You got it!” Magolyn said.“What else is there?”Magolyn replied, “That’s it. Just simple things for adventurers like you, I’m sure.”Everyone stayed silent.“Before I forget,” Magolyn continued. “Hold on to this.” He handed each of them a runestone of some sort. “This will let me know when you’re done with your quests.”With that, Magolyn snapped his fingers and disappeared into the air.Vennoa turned the runestone around and looked at it. She couldn’t. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're better off with a guy like Tad who's nuts about you, then some big-dick, big-ego guy who thinks all he has to do is stick it in and stir and you'll go all ga-ga!" Tad's wonderful, it's true. He's all I need. Still, when I saw Don's erection that night, well, jeez, I had to think, you were one lucky little lady, to be able to ride on that thing!" I've had large, medium and small. I felt the warmth burning in me as he continued to run his fingers over and across the soft panties and between my legs. Being a smart ass, I giggled and asked him, "Are you trying to write the alphabet?" I gasped when he slipped his finger underneath and into my wet, sopping pussy. Sliding a second one in, I melted. He used his other hand to pull me closer until I was nearly on his lap. "You fucking tease. I've been watching you for years parade around in front of me in the sexiest outfits..