I was a senior at the Ethnography and Folklore Section of the Smithsonian Institution and was already preparing intensely my thesis. The oval of her face was perfect and the hair falling to her shoulders made her look like a goddess. He was naked, thirsty, hungry and full of wounds. Eventually she calmed down, I calmed down too, so I could ask something that had been bothering me from the beginning, but I couldn’t find the right moment to do it. the drink that the gods of Olympus drank, and I think it must have tasted the same. And the smell… “Yes, we should capitalize the ‘L’ on this Legend because here in this magical land there is only one legend.”
“Can you tell me what this is about?” I asked curiously, although I was in a somewhat awkward position because she still hadn’t extracted herself from my dick, which, feeling that her work was done, was already half asleep. A sign at the entrance to the village told him that he had arrived in the village of Mistveil, which had only 29 inhabitants. After he finished his story, he had another glass of whisky and then brought an old photo album. “I really have to meet this girl because I’d be willing to have sex with her whenever she wants.”
The old man
