I couldn't wait to see how it improved my combat. She also gave me a small box tied with ribbon; it was perhaps three inches square by one inch deep. ...She told me not to open it until I was bathing at a campsite somewhere on our way to Redcliffe, and I assumed it would be some sort of dwarven-made soap, though the wink that accompanied the gift made me question that assumption.She made a speech promising to have the first part of the army marching towards Redcliffe by the end of the month, and. ", I start to say, but my opening mouth is silenced by hisdescending kiss. He tastes of mint toothpaste and whisky and passion and Iallow his tongue free-rein to sample my essence in return. My customaryawe of his presence, his sheer maleness, returns, running helplesslythrough me in melting waves of feminine desire. Beneath the single thinsheet, skin against skin grows warmer with every passing second. We are onfamiliar ground now - just my guy and me. On our own. In our bed. Wantingeach. After kissing deeply again, she sits lower down and begins to remove my shorts. In no time she holds my cock in her hand, stroking the tip. Already hard, it's not long until she leans down and strokes a bit harder, waiting to see some precum glob on the tip. At the first sign, she licks the bottom of my shaft, moving up to the head and licking up the little mess, before getting her lips around it. Sucking the tip several times, she strokes my shaft before taking it a bit deeper in her mouth.. "Oh wow!" was all I could say as I read the brass plaque on the wall of the tiny little chapel she was staring at.I forget the exact words but the gist of it was that Christopher Columbus was blessed in that chapel before setting sail on the voyage which led to the discovery of the new world, nowadays known as the Americas. A few well-chosen words and a generous donation to the kindly old priest got us inside the chapel and we took it in turns to place our feet in the well-worn ruts where the.