“I guess that’s that then.” I said, “I came all this way for nothing.” “Looks that way.” The older elf said, giving me an apologetic look. “Thank you for your help, Captain; I’ll make sure to include you in my report.” “Do you need an official statement from me, or…?” “No.” I smiled tiredly, “No, your testimony will do fine. I just need to corroborate your story with the Fingering corporal, and I can close my investigation here.” The silver-haired captain nodded, then left. I turned to the younger man, who had been conspicuously silent throughout the interview. The baleful expression he wore told me he’d been reprimanded, but there was still anger in his eyes, hot and youthful. I put homemade down the quill, blew the ink dry, and folded the transcription away. “I thought you wanted my corroboration?” He asked. “I’m sure the captain hasn’t left out any details, he seems very thorough.” I replied, leaning on the table between us. The corporal glanced nervously at the medallion that rested on my chest, the piece of metal that said I could girlfriend kill with impunity. “So, what do you want from me?” “Where is Prestira’s bar?” Women's home bathrooms each have their own unique feel to amateur them. A personality of sorts, not always entirely matching that of the woman that cultivated them. Kim's was a careful mess. Chaos crammed away into drawers and cabinets, kept out of sight so as not to mar the respectable outward appearance. At first glance, it was clean, orderly. Once college you looked behind or within you found everything was dirty, half the products used up or dried up, but all in its own special place, following her own internal logic of order. Guy wasn't sure what that meant about her, really. All he was concerned with was where she kept the fresh razors. Pulling open and rifling through yet another drawer, he passed over a box tampons, tarnished trimming scissors, the third makeup bag he'd found, and a bottle of dried out pink nail polish. Nowhere was a clean razor to be fuck found. Straightening with a grunt, he took a moment to think, rubbing slowly at his unshaven face. This was hardly the first woman's bathroom he'd visited, or the hundredth for that matter. If anyone was qualified to solve this puzzle, he was. A thousand one-night stands, some smaller number of short term relationships, and a few sharing circles meant he'd gone through some version of this predicament more times than he could really count. Where did all that language cum from?” I asked. He pulled his dick out, cleaned college it with my underwear, pulled his pants up, asked the rest two guys to enjoy and left. “You might want to take your glasses off.” Had she worn a tank top and showed off some cleavage, he might have locked up like a fainting goat. Then we walked on to homemade the boardwalk on the ocean side of the park and played the games there and rode the rides. "No, no you deserve an explanation, it's just that I haven't had any human interaction in months, I amateur haven't felt properly loved or sexually satisfied in months. The soft, cottony material clung between my thighs, slithering back and forth and building up an Fingering undeniable friction in my... my... well, in an area that a proper young lady simply doesn’t discuss in public. "So, afraid to face me as a true master?" Accept it. Topless with a short green skirt. I’m going to girlfriend cum in her fucking pussy and when I’m done, I’m…I’m…” NOOO! These house rules state that the Interference Field and Sabacc Shift are eliminated and will not occur in this game.” We started out as one person. Seeks She let out a little cry of joy and wrapped her arms around my neck. Apparently, a guy distraught over his wife filling for divorce hunted fuck her down and killed her, the boyfriend, and then himself.