I'm blessed if I've heard about any thing but kangaroo-tail soup all the while I was at Launceston. They souped me there night and day.

After all this time […] the woman who endured all that by focusing on her hit list can be swayed from her course by the prospect of her family and her home.

In the taghairm the seer was bound in an animal's hide and left by the waters, the spirits of which inspired his dreams[…]. The hide was probably that of a sacrificial animal.

She continued to think about how dirty and degrading the situation would look to an outside observer. Male IT worker uses the office female as his cum receptacle. The more she thought about it, the stronger the throbbing grew. The yearning tingle between her legs was getting scratched by the thoughts running through her head.