I didn’t have a plan, I was lezzy just pissed at Vida.May drunkenly ordered, taking her pants off.I hope so; Clara loves to have an excuse to flash her goodies.She reluctantly followed.You can lay down, girl.So mom, um, can I give granny you another cum tribute?She put her lips on mine; I could taste Nattie’s cunt juices on her mouth.I loved it.I glanced at my clock.She was walking into her kitchen to get Lesbian a snack before bed...only this wasn’t her kitchen.Nice tits bitch.So pretty... the old voice whispered before going on.The game’s over.A compilation video? As I surveyed the scene of the encampment – Vilja and Lydia no longer accompanied me on these ‘follow-up tasks’, whilst Aela and the twins had returned to Jorrvaskr – I could tell these were not bandits, nor any other kind of scoundrel. Although torn apart, they were still recognisable as orcs. Of course, this alone did not prove anything, but Skyrim bandit groups typically appeared of mixed races and sexes, and these all seemed to be male orcs. I did not know much about the tusked, green-skinned peoples of Skyrim lezzy – properly known as Orsimer – except that they were no better or worse, as a race, than any other, including the three distinct ethnic groups of elves: Lesbian the dark elves or Dunmer; the wood elves or Bosmer; and the high elves, the Altmer. Although racial prejudices abounded, in my experience none were any more or less inclined to violence or criminality than another, including the racial subgroups of humans, such as my own Redguard, the native Nords, the Bretons, or the Imperials. In fact, it may be argued that, since the cat-like Khajiit and saurian Argonians were mistrusted in Skyrim, a disproportionate number were forced old to the edges of society, whence ofttimes circumstance obliged one to do what was necessary to survive, thus earning their reputation. Yet, what came first, the mistrust or the behaviour? None of it was an excuse for banditry, however. Regardless, my hunch appeared confirmed, as a search of the remains and camp revealed nothing of typical compilation bandit loot; they had meat – most in the process of smoking and salting – furs, hunting bows, no heavy armour, and few other weapons but skinning knives. I buried what was left granny of them; I could not leave these innocents to scavengers. What little ‘loot’ I found I interred with the bodies; would that I knew who they were, so that I could somehow return it to families. Thus did my guilt instigate my meeting of Borgakh the Steel Heart.