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" He gave me a searching gaze. "This Blight needs to end soon."I nodded, and leaned forward to wrap him in a hug. He chuckled as he returned it."Be careful, young lady, or I won't survive to see the Archdemon – Alistair will kill me first."I grinned and hugged him tighter. "A little jealousy is good for him." I released him, my serious expression returning. "You know we both see you as the father we never had."He nodded, smiling ruefully. "Neither Bryce nor Maric would appreciate that description, I suspect." Probably true. Doesn't change anything, though. I do not want to see your time here end, but I want to see you suffer even less. For your sake, I hope the Blight will be over soon. Would you permit me to ask Anders if he knows anything to combat nightmares? You need to sleep sometimes, Duncan."He sighed, rubbing his face again, then finally nodded. "I'll come."Anders, unsurprisingly, knew quite a bit about nightmares and other sleep problems, and promised to make a potion to. She slid her summer dress from her shoulders and stood completely naked in front of me. I could not take my eyes off of her toned body; her hard nipples and her nice shaved wet labia.She pulled me to her and kissed me in a hot way that even my horny wife Ana had ever done. Dawn’s tongue was deep in my mouth and the heat sensation was amazing. The way she held me was so hot, rubbing her body against me. Then Dawn pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Her hard nipples pushed against my mouth as she unzipped my trousers.Soon she got me naked and straddled me again, pushing her wet pussy lips onto my very hardened dick. Dawn kissed me again and she asked me to relax. First she wanted to touch herself…She opened her legs onto my lap as wide as she could and she showed me her now dripping wet pussy lips. Her fingers started to slowly move up and down those lips. All the time she never lost contact with my eyes…As one of her fingers reached her clit, it slowly rubbed it.
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