Gray is some distance upstream from Losen, but the river there is hardly what one would call Petite. It is a broad, deep, and swift flowing river, esp...ecially this time of year with the rains.Gray is a thriving major river port with a very long quay for loading and unloading the multitude of barges and passenger boats that work on the river both up and down stream. All of the services and commerce that one could wish for can be found there.Gray had been razed by fire (destroyed) twice during the. How long she was out she did not know but she was brought back sharply when the icy cold water hit her full in the face; weirdly she too seconds to work out why the icy cold water seemed to be flooding up her nose until she opened her eyes and found herself suspended upside down. Then she heard a whirring sound as her heed was lowered until her shoulders made contact with the cold wet patch of the old mattress.She twisted her head to her right just in time to see the man still naked and. ’ ‘The sun, she is the giver of life.’ He stepped closer and gently laid his hand on Thorne’s strong shoulder. ‘She is also the bringer of death.’ Thorne reached back and patted Pieter’s hand. He knew that the housekeeper was trying to tell him that it was time to come inside. Pieter was his closest and only friend and Thorne suspected that he hovered over him because he secretly knew what really lurked in the depths of Thorne’s soul. He knew the despair and the loneliness that pierced his. " "What do you want to do?" She said, "I'm not sure. It's tempting. Nancy hires most of the guys and they're all pretty cute." Nikki could feel my cock get harder in her, and my fucking speed up. She smiled, and, after a couple years of marriage, she knew how to push my buttons, good and bad. "Is that what you want, baby? Do you want your wife to go to a party and get used by a bunch of guys? Would you like to sit here at home and know that your pretty little wife is out sucking strange cocks.