Zanhass just wanted to feel Kivan’s arms around her. He drove it in until he could not insert any more of it. “It will do as a serviceable field repair” she conceded, trying not to be too critical. The thought of Papa fucking all those women somehow turned Amber on. She felt Cadwarra’s nipple rise in her mouth. I’ll get behind you.” Zanhass stood directly at Kivan’s back. His tongue poked around, playing with her own tongue. The thought of Papa fucking all those women somehow turned Amber on. She was breathing hard from the work she had just performed, but appeared fully satisfied. “I am to be taught to be a Squire.” Kivan answered, puzzled why his business, such as it was, was so important to an august Druid. “I am covering up your hickeys” he explained guiltily. In some way, though, it wasn’t important whether he was done. She thought for a few seconds. Naughty good. Kivan was a near-instant expert once he adjusted to the minor differences between a sword blade and the axes he honed back on the farm. She reached down and touched Cadwarra’s vagina. Kivan began to run. They were nowhere near the expert swings Zanhass had been making when he first entered her shop and watched those tits bobbing around.
