He got up, grabbing the chair on his way and walked past the living room and into the kitchen. The chair was the color of newly polished gold as soon ...as he left the room. He entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and noticed something was different about it. It seemed heavier as if made of… no it couldn’t be, he thought. He turned on the light and looked again. The door was made of gold. ‘Well isn’t that weird. I must be dreaming,’ he muttered to himself before reaching in and. I felt her heart pounding and the beat racing. I gently and very slowly worked my hand over her whole body, teasingly avoiding her most erogenous zones. Then I stopped…I softly jerked my hard cock, watching her helpless wondering and waiting for my next move.This time I used both hands and started playing with her brown curls and with a little nail I slid down till her voluptuous bosom. I gently squeezed her aching bust. She sighed and licked her lips. The squeezing became kneading and I could. Lorgar, sensing an easy victory, went after Wilhan like a raging bull. He had no great regard for the honed edge of his own sword, and he clubbed it against the iron boss of Wilhand's shield. Lorgar's sword was a beastly heavy single-edged thing that weighed in at five pounds, and the strike was so powerful and jarring that Wilhan thought that his wrist might have cracked. Lorgar followed that strike with a shield bash and another sword strike.The shield bash that followed caught Wilhan as he. I started looking for a place we could spend our second night together on the trail. The first night, it had been just Red and me back in Missouri. It sure wasn’t anything to brag about either. I was hoping we’d both get more rest tonight.I had noticed a tree line bordering a river on the north side of the trail for quite a ways, and I turned Red over that way. We come upon what I figured out to be the Kansas River, when I looked at my map. We were at the conflux of the Kansas and a smaller,.