It was now just after 11 pm and the Indian Restaurant would still be open – happy to serve as long as a customer was paying, as a rule. I asked: �...�How hungry are you?’ ‘Enough to know I want to eat, and honest enough to say that if we go straight back to the flat with a take-away, the food may end up getting cold!’ ‘Fair enough’ I replied, and we agreed to sit down in the restaurant for a small, manageable meal, with one more drink each. We’d be in not long after midnight, with the benefit of. 'Sure, no problem. Sorry I couldn't return the compliment.'All this was said as I was unpacking. Then Lucy spotted Terry's designs. 'Wow! These are different.' She picked up the one painted by Terry and said. 'How much for this one, trade of course?'I explained about them and why I wasn't yet prepared to sell them.'This Terry, was she one of those redheads teasing you last time?'Surprised that she'd noticed, I just nodded.'Well if you decide to sell any of them can I have first refusal.' She. She disappeared from view, leaving the sword behind, and Alistair and Zev turned back to back, trying to find her in the hazy smoke. I felt Morrigan's magic as a wind whipped up in the small room, clearing it, and then with a clang, the Carta leader had re-engaged with Alistair and Zevran.Faren climbed to his feet, only to drop to his knees at Leske's side. I rushed over, knowing there wasn't much I could do. Morrigan knew a little bit of healing, but it was obvious it wouldn't be enough. I. ". I felt his dick start to throb, and his hips started to pump up and down, and the next thing I knew I had another handful of his jism. I scooped it up, then straightened up, putting my slimy hand around my own dick, and started pumping hard. In only a few seconds, the pleasure welled up, then welled up more, then I felt my own release as I pounded out another load of semen, once again all over Mike. The pleasure was taking me away, and I pumped my stuff about five times, until I was.