My cock sprang free, open lips and a warm mouth greeted it. He bobbed greedily on my shaft; hands slipped from my waist onto the top of my jeans then ...slid them down off my hips. These warm soft hands cradled my buttocks, fingers searching the cleft between them. A digit stopped on my anus gently probing to see if I was a virgin of not. I wasn't and he pushed up into my muscular tube. This man was a maestro, playing a tune on my penis and then he started to massage my prostrate. I could stand it. Watch them carefully, and take no chances.”Seth called Dann aside and handed him a prized possession, a spear with a foot-long iron head. Two spurs, each a hand span in length, projected from the base of the spear head, at right angles to the shaft, and opposite one another. He had taught Dann how to use this spear, a boar spear, early on in his apprenticeship, and had explained the strange shape of it. “The blade is long, and the point is sharp, but a charging boar, or any other prey for that. Use maza aane laga boli wah kya tarika hai bhosdike lagta hai swarg mai lollipop kha rahi haramkhor maine kaha abhi to kuchh nahi meri jaan jab teri choot ka bhosa banaunga aur teri gaand mai garam garam louda dalunaga tab tu meri randi banegi aur mai tera malik jaha chahunga tujhe chodungaApna lund khilaunga samjhi chinal wo ek dum se palat kar mere bagal mai aa gayi aur boli chahe to do bar meri choot ko phad do par mai gannd nahi marwaungi aur tum to bahut gandi galiya de rahe ho par achhcha. Steve stared in disbelief at the figure standing within the pentagram."Are you alright?" he asked."Of course, I'm alright." replied his friend in her new sopranovoice. "Why shouldn't I be alright?" But, you're a girl." Of course, I'm a girl, Steve. That was the whole idea of the spellyou cast on me. Wasn't it? But don't worry, I'm still me, Steve."She smiled at her friend. "Look at me, Steve. I may look differentnow, but deep down, I'm still just me. I'm still your best friend,Marsha.