I think you are a beautiful man. You are here alone, and you look lonely and like you would like to ask me something—or ask Luigi something. You go ...with men too—and boys—do you not? Do you want to fuck me?”“Excuse me?” I said, not hiding the shock. “How could you suppose—?”He had a hand on my thigh. It moved to my crotch. “Because your body does not lie. Your eyes do not lie. I saw you this afternoon when we were playing football on the beach. You wanted Luigi. You wanted him sexually. I can. ", she answered, letting her skirt fall to d**** me as she placed her hand at the back of my head, pulling my now slick face into her dripping cunt. "I'm busy, that's why. And you left me stranded today. I'll let you know later if I even want to see you again."So she was talking to the boyfriend...I don't know how he didn't hear her low moans and heavy breathing, but I didn't care. I began lapping at her warm pussy juices at a quicker pace, almost wanting this idiot to know what he was missing.. . at least for now. There is a time for such pleasures, for wenching and such, and there is also a time for war. This is definitely the latter, of course. I shall miss Rendal and Raina, but they are happy, I hope,” Ser Jorah thought of how each of the main parties to the recent orgies had focused their efforts more on the war of late.The potions had stopped coming, as the Red Priestesses were gone elsewhere now, with Melisandre in the Riverlands and Kinvara in Dorne to birth their shadow. B never knew why she did such but perhaps it was fear of reprisal that navigated her actions. The class went by swimmingly, and if by swimmingly it meant that it was dreadful. No matter how many times she looked over at Mr. B all she could see was him down by her crotch, rubbing her poor innocent and abused clit so viciously and repeatedly that the swollen knob felt like it had become raw. That blue chalk was now gone, mind you, but the image of it was all so very real to her. She kept her head.