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� Her hand touches a stick to the fishes head and a light� green spark pulses between them. A translucent blue shape, of piscean form, smooths out of the creatures body as it painlessly goes slack. The opalescent glow drifts it's way into the waters, disappearing in the ripples with a flick of it's tail. � Her time, as you see, is entirely consumed with activities, unplanned, compulsive and sometimes cruel in their frequency. Nursing him, has occupied almost all of her days, ensuring their survival, much of the rest. From sun up to sun down she takes care of the mundane.� You can find her outside chopping wood, collecting water, or gathering food and ingredients from the valley around them.� Never far from the sound of him, just in case he should stir. When the moon takes it's turn in the sky,� it changes her course but not her momentum. She sits at the table mixing liniments, potions and teas, or by the fireplace turning the fruits and berries into a loose syrupy manna that she feeds him.� When time affords, she crafts what she can, out of the huge tits few resources the cabin has left,� like the dress she wears when she tends to him, or the chairs she's repaired with sticks and sisal that she's found scattered across this cozy little vale. The egypt only time she takes for herself is when she eats, drinks, catnaps or bathes. The cool clear crispness of the pooling pond is enticing and energizing to her soul.� The warm, almost hot water of the falls, cleansing and soothing to her body and mind. The short walks and the breeze on her wet, bare flesh, reviving. � So she feeds the fire and cooks the fish and thinks on the last few days,� trying to put some understanding to what has happened here and why. � "What do we know?" She half thinks out loud, to the man just a few feet away. "Well, we come to this place in a 'culiar way," she recalls. "An energy, I've never felt, nor learned, nor even thought could exist, surrounded me.� Then you were there, I touched out to you, then... here.� We got plopped right in that stream, right there, with nothin on but the sun. Then, the energy that lift us here just left and got away, like fog in the morning.� I� saw the cabin, you hurt bad, so I carry you here. There's been nothing awkway since… less, you count this place. A cabin, by a lake, in the hollow of a mountain, in a valley, I'm sure that no map ‘members… If one ever knew it at all." � He shifts and groans and fidgets� some more.� She grabs� the the arabic kettle from the hearthstone, fills the little wooden bowl half way with the healing wash, retrieves the towel from the rail and pauses, for just a moment, to look out on the vale. � "If one knew this place was here, they'd be here," she thinks to herself,� "and this cabin, it’s old and lonesome, can� feel that. 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She is dedicated, to easing his pain and getting his body healed and is thankful for the purpose and the task. � But, having him here is a triple edged mercy, one side good,� the other two, more than a little unkind. Though his presence offers her little time to think on her solitude, it also grants her very little rest. “What are we going to do?” He moaned. I stared with mouth agape at the two gladiators. The tip of his penis was barely protruding from his lovely foreskin and the slit was just visible. "Do not, we arabic are not finished 'til one surrenders or is dead." Our incestuous juices must be mixed in her mouth. The Gaul has stretched me.’ Both twins just stood and stared for ages before one of them said, {Rest now. "Why Miss Hartwell." Amateur Porn My girlfriend egypt is still being destroyed by the guy fucking her. It was a video of her tied down to some guys bed, with a ball gag in her mouth, getting the shit fucked out of her. 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