Seemingly simple movements by the Dark Lord proved far more deadly than Obi Wan had given him credit for.Each time he avoided a strike it was a near m...iss. Burn marks on his beard and clothing attested to how close some of them had come.The smell of his own burnt hair and sweat filled Obi Wan's nostrils. As the fight went on he was becoming more and more tired while Demus didn't seem wounded.Demus' style was too adaptable striking at angles Obi Wan couldn't hope to match. Obi didn't even have. The outside door was open. I had some exhibitionist thrill as I sauntered around nude and hard towards the kitchen. I pressed my hard on to my mom and kissed her in the nape of her neck. She said mmmm and said, “Go put on some clothes, someone might come”.I said “Please mom, let’s do something in open” She looked out hurriedly and tensed, and ran to the door and closed it and said,” it’s too risky son, I like it, but if caught it’s difficult to explain “. I silently took the coffee and moved to. Clive woke up with the sound of the front door slamming and quickly closed his gown as the three girls rushed into the lounge, it had all been a dream and he felt his belly wet with his cum as he had been wanking in his sleep, he looked flustered as Amber said to him “You OK Daddy?” as she looked at his red face, his gown untied but being held shut. “Oh Hello girls” he said as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “I fell asleep and totally forgot you were coming over” he stammered. “I had the. As I sat on the bed, I could only stare at her and shake my head. She looked like a normal twelve-year-old, dreaming of things both childlike from her past and a mysterious adult future, not the grown woman who had given me the silent treatment the previous night. When I’d cracked open the bathroom door after sluicing away the sweat, worries, troubles and semen of the day, I’d found a small pile of soft white towels waiting for me. The rest of the room was in darkness. I’d dried off, hung up.