Grabbing her wrist I whipped her off the stair case and dragged her to the living room where we continued our fight about her appearance and the smell... of alcohol."I just had a few drinks at a party with my friends. What’s the big deal?" she asked.I don't know what happened. Something just snapped in me. The father in me wanted to sit her down and explain things rationally. The other part wanted to teach her by firsthand experience what happened to pretty girls who drink and party a little too. Me anu ko kiss kar rha tha ab tk ki sb se lambi kiss thi vo. F anu n khud se mere sath apne boobs p rkh diye or fr m kha rukne wla tha mene b uske boobs jor se dbane laga usko bhut maza aarha tha fr mene usk top utr diya usne bra ni phani thi. Fr uske bade bade boobs ko dba rha tha or chose b rha tha vo pagl hoti ja ri thi vo b mere jeans k upr se mera lund ko pakne lagi me uske nipples ko bhut zor zor se masl rha tha or bites b de rha tha vo bas mera mu apne boobs p dabe ja ri thi. Fr vo ek. Burin’s spirit was torn, at present, and his mind uncertain. Not an easy thing for one in charge of hundreds of thousands of lives.“And what of you, Burin Konungr?” Aran asked, using the Dwarven tongue to address Burin as king. “Vili ru bifask norori? Hafa mir, minn Konungr. Bu heimr purfa bu Dvergr.” Will you march north? Believe me, my King. The world needs the Dwarves.Burin studied Aran for long moments. Aran was tempted to use his vala to align with him, but restrained himself yet again.. The worst thing that would enter her mind was her memories about the happier mornings when David was still there. Despite several beautiful daughters and two decades of marriage, they would always wake up together very early so they can enjoy at least one hour of steamy hot sex before waking up their kids.David was a good man. He might be a headstrong idiot, but he was a good rancher, a good father, good husband, and even better lover. Armed with a ton of muscle, a long stiff dick, and inhuman.