I listened to my lamia. Something massive screamed over my head. The greatsword. My hair rippled in the wake of the warrior’s massive blade.He misse...d me by inches.My skin crawled even as I thrust in the direction I heard the warrior cursing. My arm extended and... My blade found nothing.“Where are you?” the warrior bellowed, feet stamping. He swung again, but it sounded farther away.“You just missed him, Master,” Zanyia shouted. “Take two steps forward.”I did, each one hesitant. I had no idea. I could see the outline of his hard cock through them and I remember thinking those must be hot and that he looked about the same size as me. He smiled when he saw me look at him and said, “Philip seems to be enjoying himself dear.” She moaned “me too”. I rubbed my hands all over her body and the feeling of her ass cheeks in my hands was wonderful. I rubbed her breasts through the silky feeling corset and could feel her erect nipples. She started to move her hips in time with me and fuck my. Having that naughty intimate relationship is wrong, but it is something difficult to control as we had very strong lust for each other.He used to teach me how to play all ranges of guitar instrument in his free time, and look after me as my parents would be away for a business trip. In one particular day, he asked me to go over to his house to play the guitar, as he wanted to show me the new collection he got over from eBay. I went over to his ghetto, the next following morning and he greeted. Who ever heard of going fishing in the middle of the desert?" Well, maybe you can dig up some sand crabs," she told him and grinned at his pained expression. Brian did not like his mother's sense of humor."Aw Mom, come on," Brian had to give it one last try and failed."Go put your bike up like I said. And make sure the barn door is locked. If you leave your bike out, you'll just get it stolen like the last one you left out when we went to visit Grandma that time."Brian sighed a dramatic sigh.