After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue ...this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.)A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the Heavens,. . full,” she moaned. “I didn’t know... how much... I wanted this. How much I needed this.”I was almost all the way into her hot, wet snatch. My cock needed only another inch or so. I eased a few more strokes, nearly withdrawing all the way each time. I paused for a moment, letting her pussy adjust to my dick inside of her.Looking into Flora’s wonderful blue eyes, I asked her, “Are you ready for all of me?”“Yes! Please. I need it, all of it!” she whispered.Then with one last effort, pulling all. When I returned my hand to her knee, I moved it over so that I was now touching the inside of her thigh. We were still kissing, and she suddenly reacted when I touched her skin where I could slide my hand up to her pussy. It was something like I had hit the magic spot. She opened her legs and started kissing me harder; she had now taken command of the kissing phase. I moved my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, and Mrs. C increased the intensity of her kissing.When my hand finally touched. So I went upstairs, and finished watching my total-chick-flick-crap movies.I was in a bad mood, once again. I knew they were right. They were my best friends, and always had my back. They always had the best advice. Where the fuck was Henry?And then I realized. He had been due home on Rachel's birthday. Was he there? Had I been so wrapped up in my problems that I had not even noticed that my brother was home from college?I went up to his room, and sure enough, there he was. Sound asleep. I had.