With her juices on my lips and chin I moved to lay on top of her and kissed her softly, at first on the lips, then more passionately. Our lips and ton...gues collided and danced to their own sensual music as my hardened shaft teased the outer lips of her honeypot.With one quick thrust I had the entire length of my turgid shaft deep within the soft velvety inner folds of Michelle's honeypot as I broke the kiss to nibble and lick her ears and neck. Passion and intensity built within us as I thrust. She didn't want the inquisition as to why she was dressed as she was. The five minute drive to Robs was uneventful and she parked next to Robs car, and walked up to the front door. It was eight o'clock. She knocked at the door, opened it and walked in. Rob was sitting at the dining room table drinking a coffee and reading his morning paper. "Good morning Lesley. I trust you are full of the joys of spring!!! My...you are looking good enough to eat. Haha" he bellowed. "Now give me a. Ei branded kaporer fitting gulo eke bare alada hoye.” Takhon ami maa ke aste kore bollam, “maa eibar tumi aaj kine ana notun panty gulo ek bar try kore nao.” To maa amake bollo, “haan seta theek.” Ei bole maa amar samne bag theke aaj ke niye asha notun panty ta bar korlo aar amar samnei ektu jhunke tate paa goliye porte laglo. Panty ta urur oopore choriye nebar pore maa panty ta ke tene tene nijer boro boro dhumsho pachar oopore choriye nilo aar maa tar pore nijer komor theke towale ta khule. “How about the balls of fire? Are you sure it was Wizard’s Fire?”“Tergin, I’m sure of nothing,” Gillen sighed tiredly. “They were thick balls – maybe a few feet in diameter – of blue flame. They changed direction in the air to reach their prey and they burned hot enough to melt flesh and ghost-steel alike. If it wasn’t Wizard’s Flame then I’d hate to see the real thing.”“But Wizardry is forbidden in Wenland,” Tergin stated, confused. “It has been since Arch-Bishop Glassen laid charges of.