Young? Old? Was he 'good looking?' Was he not-so good looking? Did any of that even really matter?! He decided that what did matter, was the WAY he su...cked cock; and the ENTHSIASM with which he did so! Everything else was pretty much irrelevant!Of course, when the time to ejaculate arrived, he was focused entirely on that, and ONLY that! Nothing else mattered. Not the fact that he was a pastor, nor that he was married to a woman with MS, nor that he was being unfaithful to her no matter how he. "How can you be sure it was elves?" asked Winceham slightly out of breath as he tried to keep pace with the rest, his satchel bobbing wildly. Ned's reply was taciturn at best:"I am."A somewhat uneasy silence followed. Lernea gracefully trod through the thick, lush brush as if this southern, exotic forest was her natural habitat. At length she too felt the need to ask Ned:"These elves you speak of, what makes you so certain they'll want to help?"Ned paused in his stride, turned around and looked. If I never have to deal with a collapsed mess tent again it will be fucking great with me. Hell, you have all the making of a premium fucking disaster movie: Large pots of hot foods, open flames, propane cylinders (yeah I know they're kept outside but that didn't work too well in this case since they were blown right into the fucking mess). Hell, I had three guys that were making sure the valves on the tanks were turned off so they weren't spewing propane into this gruesome mess. Then the poor. I was hoping that maybe this trip she would relax her views about anal sex and let me pop her anal cherry. I knew Elizabeth pretty well and I had a sneaking suspicion that she would enjoy it if she would just let herself.She did like it when I rimmed like I was doing now and she had even let me rub my finger across it when I fucked her doggy-style a couple of times. So I knew the sensation of being back there was pleasurable for her.As I licked her crinkled asshole and rubbed my finger over it.