At that point my mother told the battle master the she would try to delay that regiment long enough for the elves to rearrange their defense. The battle master did not expect the delay to be long, with only one mage against a regiment, but any extra time would be helpful so he hastily started rearranging his battle line to pull lose combat groups to send towards the new threat. As she watched, their fucking became deeper, harder. She could hear his balls slapping her ass. She could hear not only the sound of Nicole's ass being slapped, but she could hear Nicole's pussy juices being fucked. Soon, Rachel could hear her own pussy juices as she finger fucked herself.As she realized Mark was now grunting that familiar sound of a male orgasm, Rachel knew it was time for her to retreat to her own room before being seen, where she knew she'd bring her own juices back to life.
” [Duly directed to several in the reserved seating.]“And don’t we love the weekends! No cars! Just find a quiet place (And we all have our favorites, right, folks?), do it the way the Pope says and start shopping for a baby buggy.” [Good natured reaction, no clerical collars nor habits in attendance.]“Speaking of weekends, how many of you have been visited by a Frisbee, right at the big moment? And had the kid pop his head over the shrubbery, looking for it?” [A few laughs. A few mutters.]“Our park’s visited by more than 24,000,000 people each year. That’s 12,000,000 men and 12,000,000 women. If five percent of the pretty little missies end up with grass stains on the back of their blouses and their odds are about a half percent (that’s for you fertile young things), that’s 60,000 babies! Boy, we’re going to need the whole North Meadow to meet!” [Shuffling of chairs, audience beginning to ignore its leader’s address.]