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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 6, 2008 0:25:09 GMT -5
"How was it to be raised up here?" Brandon asks Demezla while continueing his stroking, which gets further up her tigh.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:27:04 GMT -5
She purrs, and opens herself up, "I was not raised here. Foren's father was Lord of Hellholt before him. My father, Foren's uncle, ran six of the largest pillow houses in Dorne. It was a stimulating childhood."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 6, 2008 0:30:23 GMT -5
"I can imagine that," Brandon sais. "Ran you say? Who runs it now?". Brandon begins to stroke the inside of the tighs.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 0:31:12 GMT -5
"Put to the torch, by your thoughtful Governor-General." She said, sighing and writhing on her Divan.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 6, 2008 5:45:56 GMT -5
"War is always a bad thing," Brandon sigh, he finds a shrimp and tosses it for Demezla to catch with her mouth while he continues the slow stroking.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 13:18:18 GMT -5
The shrimp lands between the lady's cleavage just as she throws her head back to moan extravagantly.
The two twins twitter and begin to focus more attention on each other than the food.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 6, 2008 13:25:01 GMT -5
Brandon doesn't really notice where the shrimp lands as he's occupied by kissing her jaw line, ending up kissing her lips.
The stroking inches closer to the center with a slow and, no doubt, frustrating pace.
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Post by The Stranger on May 6, 2008 19:36:07 GMT -5
"Don't be a tease Royce!" Demezla barked, as she reached out with her arms and snatched him forward off his divan and onto her with a force at odds with her feminine frame.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 7, 2008 1:16:43 GMT -5
Brandon grins as he removes the shrimp with his mouth, "To the bedroom then?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 7, 2008 10:19:01 GMT -5
"Why waste the energy, here is good enough."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 7, 2008 15:37:32 GMT -5
Brandon shrugs in respond and kiss Demezla
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Post by The Stranger on May 7, 2008 16:08:56 GMT -5
She bites his lip, and pounces on him, kissing and biting him. She smiles, "Ladies, shall we?" she said coyily to her two twittering sluts, who anxiously descend upon the Royce man, tearing at clothes to get him, and themselves naked.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 7, 2008 16:13:32 GMT -5
Brandon drags Demezla into the fray so that the girls get a hand on her too.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 8, 2008 0:05:23 GMT -5
/////////////////// Brandon awoke the next morning by nearly falling of the divan, he groans and sit up. He sees a flagon of wine on the table and pour Demezla a cup.
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Post by The Stranger on May 8, 2008 21:15:32 GMT -5
Demezla was still asleep, the two twins laying across her horizontally. All snoring softly.
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