I groaned.Oh, err, sorry, I’ve just seen 2 other naked girls walking around the marina and they both had bright red backsides.I’m sure they would love to help you.The idea is quite simple, instead of Moms and Boys someone having to own and kennel their own dog, we as an island would own some ‘community’ dogs and women would come here on holiday to sample the delights and pleasures.I moan.Terry was standing there looking at Lou, ready to go?He then put 3 strips of clink-film up each side of me and just behind the dildo so that the mould would be easier to get off me once it was dry.I spared a glance over at Heather, my attention drawn by granny Hairy a wet, rhythmic slapping noise and my twin sister’s enthusiastic cries.Fuck, Dave!‘Did I do a good job?’ she asked. She never had time for friends, for play or for… love.Word had spread of a Drow artefact which, if obtained, could turn the tide of war.And she was going to be the one to find it.---The harsh cold bit at the exposed part of her face. It had been hours since she has felt the tip of her nose. The blizzard continued to howl around her face, whipping the fur on her hood and threatening to tear it off her head. Moms and Boys She had dressed warmly in several long robes, and as she trudged through the snow the colours of her many layers swirled around her ankles. It should be somewhere around… here. Her foot touched ice beneath the snow, and for a moment the flurry cleared and she was able to see that she was standing at the edge of a large, iced-over lake. With a few deft movements her snowshoes were replaced with ice skates, her trailing robes tied up around her waist like a multicolour sash. She took a moment to brush the snow off the page of the open book she was carrying, revealing a map with faintly glowing outlines (and a glowing dot, marked ‘me’), before closing it with a sharp thump and setting off over the ice. The wind tried to blow her off course, but she was a seasoned skater and her forward crossovers kept her from losing momentum and veering too sharply aside. Eventually her goal appeared through the dazzling white – an island, and on it, a weather-beaten ruin of an ancient temple.A Drow temple. It was a small, square construct barely larger than her room back granny at the mage’s keep. One wall was practically missing, and the remains Hairy of tree roots, long-dead from the harshness of the climate, clung to the remaining walls and trailed across the floor.