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I fully understood what Aela had meant, and why she was enthusiastic about the life. Now that we had been separated for a time, I was able to mitigate my bedazzlement of the graceful Huntress, but I knew that the beast in me held certain attractions regardless. It was indeed everything she had promised – yet more. Which was, by Stendarr, the dilemma. I had not actually killed an innocent humanoid, but then, what defined ‘innocent’? Certainly, ere last night none that I had fed upon had heretofore sought to harm me directly, although any number of them could have, given the chance. Was it simply, hardsex then, justification for murder – killing humans, orcs, elves, and other humanoid races – by telling myself they were deserving of death anyway, as bandits and other flotsam whom had either attacked me first or would if they had opportunity? I told myself it was not; it is not wrong to ‘clean up’ bandits and other detritus, especially if one is charged by the local jarl to do just that. It was no different from MILF getting rid of wolves, giants, vampires, or a dragon that hot mom also threatened innocent folk. I especially despised bandits, primarily I suppose because they, unlike wolves and other predators, chose to prey on the weak and innocent. Even vampires were only following their nature, were they not? As did werewolves? The problem was that I knew it was almost inevitable that I would be unable to count on scavenging corpses forever. Then, could I rely on finding a nest of bandits or a coven of necromancers when the hunger became too much? Could I govern the beast in me? What frightened me the most Big Tits is that I may do harm to innocent folk or, worse, my compatriots. I very much wanted to ask Aela about it – how she and the rest of the inner Circle restrained themselves from murdering others of the Companions whom were not werewolves, or even innocent Whiterun townsfolk. Nonetheless, for at least two reasons I did not wish to see her again for the nonce. One was that she would, I suspected, not be completely truthful with me, but more so I did not trust myself to be near her and not simply believe anything she wished to tell me regardless. I stowed my effects near Lake Geir before taking beast form (the delicious pain!) and loping tirelessly along the Treva River, whence I shortly came upon Treva’s Watch once more. We had scouted it earlier and decided not to attack, as it was already near dark – but I knew, deep down, that my argument against attacking the bandits there and then in human form along with Vilja and Lydia was because I wanted the pleasure – yes, I can admit it – all to myself. Although they had foolishly left their gates open, I attempted stealth, but was unsuccessful; nonetheless, as I tore into a lookout I learned that my speed precluded any need for stealth. He raised the alarm, yet only two others came at me, with pathetic boasts such as, “I’ll rip you apart!” I slaughtered them all with little trouble, fed, approached the entrance to Hardcore the keep proper. The still-human measure of my mind very briefly pondered that I seemed able to do certain things as a beast – for example, open (unlocked) doors – while other ‘normal’ tasks, such as searching for loot and rifling bodies, simply did not even occur to me; my focus as a beast was the immediate cycle of hunt, kill, feed. Regardless, I knew my friends and I would be back the next day, when we could ransack the place at leisure. What I did not count on was my travel mates’ reactions – or, for that matter, my own. “ Mother of the Ice! ARBOR I said " Yep. “I know, I had not expected it either. "Aaahhh" she screamed, as another wave of pleasure tore through her, sending shivers all along her body. He texted back that he would be at the house no later than 9am. She is as usual calm. Clearly, Dakota loves having you here. Behind her she heard a gasp, and what sounded like the beginning of a swear, but luckily she was carried out the door and into the swell of people. I follow coach Brooks into the locker room where everyone’s waiting. Fortunately I hadn't medicated in a while and my head was relatively clear. Now he heard Terry, “look Jan Friday is night practice before the game on Saturday how about after the game”? Next I came to a big sheet hanging from the roof. “Harder baby, harder,” I whisper while her new man has one hand on my arse pulling my cock into his mouth with his nails digging into my arse cheeks. She tasted like mint. Leaving the girl hurt and bleeding, her cunt dripping his cum as Big Tits she lay, crying over the prone body of the hot mom hapless Jim. He called Juliana's name and there was still no answer. But I know I shouldn’t’ This milf is the definition of a goddess. Through the door-crack I could see that my daughter was frantically rubbing her clit, and occasionally moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. She pushed up against my mouth and then a new flow began, a trickle at first, that grew in strength once it commenced, and as she positioned herself in my mouth and gently balanced there, I realized what she was doing. Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it. They wave and laugh hardsex as they walk off. Over on the other play bed, I hear Missy announcing her large orgasm. I spread my legs wide for him, moaned needfully into his mouth, gyrated my pathetic dance against the back of the chair. June got plates and Hardcore trays MILF out so they could eat in the living room and when they sat down James pushed the laptop aside and picked up the DVD cover. Isobel pinches her nose, pulling her head around by it, and starts punching her in the temple. I had formal dance training when I was young, so I picked up on the skill easily. When he returned; John had his equipment set up to start.