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Rayner looked around to get him something that could help. Yazid continued speaking, not bothering even to use the sheets to wipe up the blood from his mouth. "I am taking too long, there is much I have to tell you, but little time. I have held out as long as I can. I want both of you to look at your palms." They did and saw a strange pattern tattooed onto their hands. “Look deeply into the pattern and relax your mind.” Doing as Yazid said, they stared into their palms. It was if they were being hypnotized. The tattoos morphed into letters and numbers; soon Axel saw what he knew to be a RPG stat page. Character: Axel, Race: Black, Title: Godless, Level: 1, Class: N/A, Mana: 10, Skills: N/A, EXP: 10. “This is amazing!” Rayner said in awe. Axel peeked at Rayner’s hand. “What does yours say?” Rayner put his palm in front of Axel so he could see. Name: Rayner, Race: White, Title: Faithless, Level: 1, Class: N/A, Mana: 10, Skills: N/A, oral EXP: 10. Axel could not see attributes or de***********ions. “It’s missing some information.” He looked to Yazid when he did not answer. The man lay motionless. “Yazid!” Rayner checked his pulse, then he checked for breath. He shook his head. Yazid was dead. Axel had never seen a man die before; in the movies they got to say some final words. Usually incredibly poignant, and unforgettable. Yazid did not get that chance. They covered his corpse teen with a sheet. They did not say a prayer, not knowing what that would mean in a world with multiple gods. “What do we do now?” Rayner asked. “Let’s look around the cabin and see if anything is useful.” “Just because we are in a RPG world does not mean we have to loot the place!” “What choice do we have? There is so much we still don’t know, and he would Big Tits have wanted us to take what we need.” Knowing the truth of this, Rayner helped Axel look for supplies. The cabin was small but cozy, mostly filled with books and scrolls. A painting of Yazid hung beside a desk. This Yazid was older than his teenage self but not a dying old man. He held a book to his Anime / Cartoon chest and a staff in the other hand, a knowing grin on his face. Tom proposed she take her shower and then put on her pajamas and robe then come back and watch a movie with him. Hi Jessica!” Morgan told him, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He kissed both of her thighs and then kissed her pussy through her panties. I felt him squirting it against the back of my throat over and over. The men were screaming. I turned my head, wrenching my gaze from my Big Tits daughter, and kissed Mr. Kennedy with hunger. “Who are you?” I asked. “Well said lass, I likes thee,” I confessed, “No shilly shallying, calls a spade a bloody shovel, I’ll call our Robert and you can have a chin wag.” “STOP CLARK! To be unexpectedly faced with such sudden potential for sexual interaction was dizzying, snapping his body into readiness as Anime / Cartoon if a fight or flight response had been triggered. “I thought so,” she said. “Did you ever let Momo out of the house?” He felt down her back, caressed her ass then moved his hand over her thigh and between her legs. “Well...” Christina said, her cheeks blushing. "You climaxed and I didn't. I see your fingers move to your cunt and slide deep inside. “Oh, Lord, yes!” she moaned, half in prayer and half in rapture. He sighed happily and looked down at my squirming figure still grinding and he lifted a hand to my nipple again squeezing hard. "That's the best part." Then asked if he wanted to fool around. The two girls swam in the delightful refreshing water, splashing each other, diving off the diving board (without worrying about their suits falling off, of their breasts popping out). He said cool and kissed me before opening my car door for me. I said what a gentleman and got in the car with a slight nervous feeling. My sister threw her arms around my waist and pulled me as deep oral as she could teen while our lips bonded. “Hey what did I say?” He slipped away quietly, to bring back the equipment he needed to teach the young girl. Four tall stands, one at each corner of the bier, still held the melted stubs of candles.