. . .At first, the change was subtle, and you couldn't be blamed for not noticing. A replaced police chief here, a new council member there, and maybe... a new professor over there. All of it was pretty much normal, and at worst, an eyebrow or two was raised over the sexist remarks of one of them. But all in all, society in the US continued as usual. At the same time, the claws of the Founding Patriarchs began to creep into society slowly.With time, the Founding Patriarchs continued to put. Growing increasingly more confident, Sasha bent her head and took Aimee’s pink hard nipples between her lips in turn to nibble; suck and caress, feeling them stiffen with every lick. Aimee’s head lolled back a little, her breathing getting heavier as Sasha lavished attention on her.“Hey…” she whispered after a long moment, resting a hand on Sasha’s arm. “I’m being selfish, come here babe…” She gazed into Sasha’s eyes before kissing her passionately, their tongues sliding wetly over one another.. She actually wished someone was there to see her, to appreciate her body. The stream was fairly wide along the edge of the meadow, lined with bushes along its gently bank. Close by, the water formed a small pond to one side where the water was calm. It made an excellent place to bathe with its bottom of fine sand. Kayla waded in knee deep. She squatted, bringing her crotch close to the water, pulled aside her panties and began to pee. Idly, she wondered what it would be like to squat over a. "Would you mind telling me where I am now?" She climbed down a broken spar that was hanging by a few ropes to the longboat as she asked."Lady, who ever you are, Welcome to the land of Zek, The Orcish Waste."~History reborn~Tamalain looked at the Mariner Guard, a tall, trim woman in disbelief, "Zek? How in the hell did the ship get here from a day out of Refuge?" She turned and looked back at the wrecked ship, wondering how it had held together as long as it had. She thought for another second.