I did have a prayer, after all?Oh Malgarath, the Firelord, God of Destruction whose true name I am unworthy of knowing, hear my prayer!Though your so-...called servant, Mariska, appears to be merely incompetent, hear me! She intends to betray you, and use your weakness and the existence of the Dragonslayer’s line to maintain her control of you!We were the adventurers her unknowing friend, Ricard Parett, hired to retrieve his ring from the same ruin she and your other servant, Lord Gauthi, were. Within arms reach he stretches out and pulls me forward towards him. His mouth nestles onto my neck and my back instantly arches. His hands begin to wonder all over my dressed body. I whisper into his ear for encouragement. "You like this ass all dressed up for you?" Can you feel my dick getting hard for you?" You know, the spiel. I now began to repay the attention. As I spin around to push my ass back into his ever growing cock behind a pair of y fronts, my fingers investigate his elastic. "I sure hope the scenery changes," I remember my companion replying. I could see the disappointment on her face.We continued driving and eventually spotted a sign that pointed toward a beach. We followed the sign until we saw a causeway that led out to a small island that was covered in sand. It was the vegetation on the island that first caught our attention. There stood the palm trees that we had been so anxious to see. Palm trees, sand, and sun were available and just waiting for our. “No, we stopped when I got pregnant with Mark. We started raising our families, and I took over Grandpa’s business when he decided to retire and move out west with Grandma. I don’t remember the last time we even talked about it until now,” Dad said.“Do you miss it?” Jeff asked.“I don’t know, I guess so. I still think about the things we did when we were younger and first married,” Mom said, then she smiled. “Your father and I have talked about it, but we have never mentioned it to Uncle.