Just like our first time, I slowly pushed all the way into her, and just like our first time, she let out a long moan. She still seemed just as tight ...as the first time, and I could feel her entire body pulsing and grabbing onto me with every muscle she had. It felt so good.I left it all the way in and just kept on pushing. This drove Melissa wild. She would wrap her legs around my ass every time, as she did this time, and try to pull me even deeper, even though she already had everything I had. I saw an elf of the Bosmer race crossing the bridge from the mill with a load of wood in his hands. I asked him, “Do you know Faendal?”He looked at me like I’m stupid. “I know you’re a stranger here, but who else would be Faendal but me?”“Sorry, friend. I didn’t know how many elves were in town. I was just wondering, I’ve heard talk around town, what’s your issue with Sven?”“He’s a bard, or so he says he is. Sometimes he even finds time to do his job here at the mill. Thinks his ballads and. Now I was satisfied, but exhausted, embarrased, and ready to take a break.Monica got a wash cloth and lovingly washed Bill’s dick clean of my fluids including my blood. “My turn,” she announced as she took his hand and guided him to a vacant and dry portion of the bed. “Come to Monica, my love.” Bill, that horny rascal, still had the stamina and erection to mount Monica. They’ve been lovers for years and Bill’s dick found Monica’s excited pussy in one fluid motion.I never thought much about. She and her mother, Lina, made the long, dangerous trek from Hondo, Colombia, 60 miles northwest of Bogota, to Hidalgo, Texas. Over 3,000 dangerous, anxiety-filled miles that took them almost seven months.Pilar has a natural affinity for languages, she had studied English back in Colombia. Her father had been a dentist, Lina, a preschool teacher.The Paloma story was familiar, heartbreaking, all too common. While the revolutionary group FARC and the Colombian government had signed a cease-fire.