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“Here, here!” I heard Willowbud chuckle. I frowned down at my feet, bare against the stone patio. How much could she hear? “God, I can’t wait to go tits to Arbortus,” Brandon sighed, “Drastin just isn’t for me; I need the fresh air to keep me sane. You know what? I’m going to go back to Towerhead when I’m old and wizened, and I’m going to turn that place around. I will plant vast fields of Towerhead Chronic, and make that ‘shithole’ the weed destination of Drastinar. I will grow a long beard, yes, and I will go bald, but I won’t shaved shave the stuff off the sides! No, I will grow it out long, and braid it around my shiny crown so that a bird will nest in it. I will wear a robe that constantly opens in the front Brunette no matter how tightly I tie the belt, so that any fortunate passerby may bear witness to my divine, sagging sack. I will live in a hut small at the top of the hill, maybe a treehouse, actually, and then I will heal the afflicted for the price of one terrible pun. I will-” “Holy shit, shut petite up!” Willowbud yelled from Julia’s back. “And you will be by my side,” Brandon grinned, undeterred, “my little nymph wife skipping with me through the marijuana fields, with about three-dozen kids in tow because babe, we are going to be pumping, them, out! I want two baseball teams by the time I’m forty. She small squeaked when I put my arms around her waist and hugged her close. Brunette We were in the hot tub. I asked Jeremy pointing to the man. More ornate than my rusty orc blade. Randi Bjork came out and revealed her love-affair with Ms. Rowbottom, a sexy futa who taught English. She tits mulls over in her mind what she should have done or what she should have said. Brett didn’t seem to know what to say. She laughed again when I deftly removed her bra. I rubbed harder at my thick lips peeking through my pubic hair. Heather just rolled her eyes, but came anyway. Maybe she might even suck him off. “No ‘Of course’ about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every inch a whore so how the devil am I supposed to know,” I fumed, shaved “Am I supposed to ask every wench ‘Are you pure’ before I pleasure them?” “I kind of thought you might. She was exhausted. I gasped as Tracy cupped my left breast, kneading my budding mounds and brushing my puffy petite nipples.