"Yes... Who are you?" I dared to request."Say it", I heard the harsh voice utter as there was a pause."I am Hajieelkhe."Wait. Hajieelkhe rang a bell, ...a bell that rang too much to ignore. "I recognise that name..." Really", he snarled. "Could it possibly be because I am the general of the Wilijian army?" Nope, didn't know that", I said impolitely, before I could stop myself. "It's not that."He sighed, the sound much more close to a groan than a sigh. "It does not matter." But it did, I knew it. I wrapped my hand around my penis, virtually enveloping it and began to massage slowly. "That's a good start," she said " Maybe you should pretend I'm your mummy." Then the red flowers and green leaves moved aside to show the curve of a perfectly rounded breast. I could feel something growing inside my hand and I typed - with my left hand, "Okay." You obviously enjoy breasts, I can see that from here. Want to see more? Is that what a mommy does?" The curved breast on my little screen became the. As it swelled, Mel could see that the faint scars covering the leathery skin formed deliberate patterns, like scrimshaw carvings covering a whale bone. Mel could make out what appeared to be pentagrams, images of devils and other obscenities carved into the leathery skin of the old man, she was fascinated. As his cock became harder and the foreskin pulled back, Mel could see that the head of his cock had been tattooed with the same claws encircling the head as had been carved into the head of. ‘Oh, damn it, Edwina was getting herself seen-to by Noddy Morris for years,’ Porkie replied. ‘I let it ride as it kept her out of my hair. Noddy was welcome to the cow. At least whilst he was rogering her, I didn’t have too, and she wasn’t watching what I was getting up too closely either. I never thought she’d do this to me!’ ‘What? You didn’t get any evidence of what they were doing together. No bloody pictures or anything?’ someone asked. ‘Didn’t think about it,’ Porkie replied. Jesus! I.