I can understand why he had mixed feelings about to marry a noble lady like me, the idea to be number two in the relationship did not taste well to him. Still it shames me that I could not see that he lacked the courage of taking the step and he was too much coward to even tell me. Anyway I might despise Carmen or perhaps even hate her for what happened, but that is hardly worth spending years to look for her. To sum it up; this is not about revenge for her stealing my man five years ago. The reason she need to die is not that I am heartbroken. It's more like either she or myself will be sent to hell and I very much prefer it to be her. I must say that to call Redspring a village must be a an insult to lots of villages out there. Twenty something of cottages do surround the single two floor blowjob building at the center. It beats me why the king decided this desolate place would need to have a Royal Inn. Not that I complained, no tax collector has managed to empty my purse for years so it is not my money paying for the folly of having the Inn in the little village of Redspring. It would be nice to not have to sleep in some hayloft a rainy night like this. No, I don't mean that I have slain any tax collectors, at least I did not kill anyone because I knew him or her to be a tax collector. On the other hand you don't stop and ask what their occupation is when somebody tries to kill you, if you get what I mean. The lack of paid taxes is more like I have been on the Hardcore road for years with no official income. Thinking about it like that I might eventually have some hard explaining to do if I ever run into a tax collector. How would I explain what money I have been living on these years, or even worse how I managed to assemble a fortune while on the road? I hear the king put a tax on prostitution now so that explanation will not fly either. That would be worry to be saved for another time since I by now had arrived to the Redspring village. As I approached the Inn I suddenly felt the giant sword attached on my back, rattle in the scabbard. I gave the sword handle a good stare. It stopped rattling when I looked at cum it. Like always it felt awkward looking at the handle, nobody could look at it and not wonder if the blacksmith was not perhaps thinking on completely different things than combat when he fashioned the long handle. If the blacksmith was out for compensating for his own size he must really been in the miserable category when it came to sex life because the size of the dildo handle was extreme. Luckily the handle put off many people from trying to steal the sword. Very few males tits likes the thought of carrying a giant dildo on their teen back even if it is attached to a sword. I let my thoughts wander, could it really be that Carmen was in this village, perhaps she had taken a stop at the Royal Inn and run into the sellsword? I hesitated some and then put my hand on the sword handle to learn the truth. To my disappointment the sword handle was cold to touch, it had been a false alarm. Carmen could not be near, either she already had left or she was never here in the first place. Perhaps the rattling came from the blade just reacting on the assembly of people inside the Inn. “This is what I need.” After thoroughly exploring Michelle’s mouth with my tongue and vice versa, Michelle pulled back for a moment and whispered, “Let’s go to my room and let Don and Marilyn have this area.” She pulled me up and led me into the house and right into her bedroom. She dug a nail into his arms as he rhythmically moved in and out of her. The whole idea of Hardcore taking a hard cock in my mouth was no longer the horrible idea it had been just a few short weeks before. The crop seemed to be the safest choice at least she knew how that would feel. She swallows a couple times clamping his bulb like a vice before pulling off. I grinned. And then I thought, after what we'd already done, I guess it wouldn't be that much of a stretch. She laid on the bed and watched me putting my clothes back on. She said. "What the? "Oh, it can't be that bad, can it?" All the boys did. Standing up, the tip of her skirt close to Rocco's muzzle. "It's just wine. Then I lurched out of bed, scrambling to get my clothes on. She teased me, taking the head between her lips and letting it slip out several times, then lifting my prick and licking the underside all the way from my balls to the tip. I jump out teen of my skin but then realize that it must be 11:00 and Eddie is starting the show. A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. “Daddy…I’m…going to…cu—cu—cummmmmm!” She moaned out loudly as her second orgasm in the past thirty minutes started to rock her. “Good point,” I agreed. Intelligent, getting straight A's all the time, almost without trying. MMMMM he moaned as he closed his mouth around it. Connecting the two together, he was hoping to train her cum as his pain slut. She stepped up to Hades and yanked him back by tits the shoulders, pulling him out of Melissa. After I lay there for a blowjob few minutes I got up and the next guy took my place.