Despite my stomach’s rumbling at the enticing aroma of the freshly cooked meal getting cold on the table, my cock wins the battle for priority. Watching Bree and Lola settle on the bed, I can feel the stirrings of my arousal. I push my hands through my hair, taking in the sight. With slow kisses and soft touches, the two women undress each other, slowly exposing more and more of their bodies. When they kiss again, my balls tighten as their tits touch, their nipples grazing each other. Bree’s hands slide down Lola's stomach, pushing down the unwanted skirt until it falls to her knees. Her fingers find the wench’s sweet spot and start to circle around it, slowly bringing Lola to the wanted state of maximum arousal. They begin moving together, kissing, licking, sucking while Lola rides ‘my wife's’ fingers. Her moans of pleasure fill the air as Bree watches me out of the corner of her eye. There is nothing like watching two women getting off. The tingle in my groin is growing stronge
I wake up to the sound of Lola snoring softly beside me. Her hair, a tangled mess, tickles my cheek. With a gentle touch, I brush it away and tuck it behind her ear. Her makeup is smudged, evidence of a long night. Yet, her face looks peaceful and content. Bree is asleep on my other side, her arm draped over my chest. Her breath tickles my neck, head resting against my shoulder. I shift slightly, making Bree stir in her sleep. I stretch my arms, feeling a little cramped from sleeping in such a tight space. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am and what happened last night. I turn my head to look at Bree again, and she opens one eye, giving me a lazy smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she says, her voice husky with sleep. "Did you have fun last night?"I grin back at her, feeling a warmth in my chest. "I definitely did not expect to wake up like this."Lola lets out another snort, and I can't help but chuckle at the sound. It's like a little piglet snoring beside me. "Wel
After a quick breakfast of bread, cheese, and sausage, I step outside the inn and scan the area for Bree and Lola. It doesn't take long for me to spot them— they're standing by a carriage, both looking like they're ready to hit the road. I walk over to them and say, "Hey ladies, what's up? Ready to leave?"Bree shakes her head. "Lola won’t be able to join us. We’ll be traveling just with her sister, Lily, and her husband. We're just waiting for her to finish packing up her husband's collection of antique spoons."I raise an eyebrow. "Antique spoons? Are you serious?"Lola nods solemnly. "Yes, they're very important to him. He's been collecting them for years. If he gets better, he’ll want to see them."I can't help but chuckle. "Well, I guess we all have our hobbies. As long as the spoons don't slow us down too much."Instead of a smile at my joke, Lola's expression turns worried. "I hope my sister’s husband won’t get any worse. He needs to get to Eevee for treatment as soon as possi
The wheels creak and groan as they turn, the sound amplified by the stillness of the surrounding countryside. Despite their slow pace, the horses seem to know where they're going and move steadily forward, their hooves thudding rhythmically against the dirt road. I glance at Bree, who is dozing off next to me in the driver’s box. As we ride along the winding path, the earth rises and falls beneath us. The trees rustle in the soft breeze, and the tall grass sways gently as we pass. The sun shines down upon us, casting long shadows off our forms, and the distant mountains rise up in the hazy distance, beckoning us forward. To my utmost surprise, driving the carriage is simpler than I had anticipated. The reins feel sturdy and the horses respond promptly to even the slightest movements of my hands. I guide them carefully, ensuring a smooth ride and avoiding any obstacles on the road that may jostle our esteemed passengers. [I’m impressed, daddy]Why? [You can help people just becaus
We quickly enter Sasha's home and rush to settle Lily's husband onto the bed while Sasha is searching for something. Bree, Lily and I then take seats, making sure not to obstruct Sasha's movement as she continues her search. The gemstones shimmer on the table as I reach out to touch them. My fingers brush against the smooth surfaces; some are warm, while others feel cool to the touch. I gaze at the kaleidoscope of colors, entranced by the way they reflect the light and create an intricate dance of hues on the walls. It feels like I'm in a magical world, surrounded by treasures beyond my wildest dreams. And maybe I am… Sasha picks up an emerald-green gemstone and turns back to us. "Ah! Here it is! This is the one," she says with a smile. "It's a verdelite, one of the rarest and most powerful healing gemstones out there. It's perfect for this."Bree leans forward in her seat, her eyes wide with excitement. "How do you use it?" she asks eagerly. Sasha's smile widens as she begins to
Lily delicately lifts a spoonful of soup to her husband's mouth, relishing the sight of his nourishment. She watches him with a loving gaze, giving him all her attention. Sasha and Bree huddle over a glittering tray of polished gemstones, their eyes alight with fascination. With animated gestures, Sasha explains about the craft of gemcrafting and enchantments. They examine each stone closely, marveling at the cut, clarity, and color. As Sasha discusses the gemstones’ properties, I divert my attention to my recently acquired enhancement. With it, I have the ability to discern anyone's sexual inclinations simply by looking at them— a thrifty tool in my opinion. My attention settles on Sasha, and I can't help but wonder what her preferences might be. I decide to test her out. A sly grin spreads across my face as I begin to read. [Sasha, a 22-year-old virgin, is a naturally fiery individual who longs for carnal exploration. However, her lack of sexual experience has left her naive an
Sasha’s prompt answer is enough to understand that I blew it. I totally wasn't expecting her to turn me down. I should have phrased my invitation differently. Bree laughs hard before settling a hand over Sasha’s shoulder. “Oh, honey. I'm sure you do have friends here. But David— or Wrenn, as you call him— is definitely not talking about the same kind of friends. Sometimes….” Bree’s hand drifts from Sasha's shoulder down her chest, brushing over her tits, before cupping one of them in her palm. Sasha’s cheeks flush a deep red as her gaze darts towards the bed. However, Lily and her husband are completely absorbed in each other, oblivious to anyone else’s presence. My eyes follow Bree's fingers as she continues to softly stroke Sasha's breast through her blouse. An ache begins in my groin and I struggle to keep myself under control. “Sometimes…” Bree continues, “you can find friends willing to help you out of a bad situation, be it a fight…” Her hand lets go of Sasha’s breast and l
Sasha leans in closer to the gemstone, carefully inspecting it under the magnifying glass, occasionally jotting things down in her notebook. On a chair near the bookcase, Bree flips through “The Botanical Healer’s Handbook” with interest, occasionally reading aloud interesting tidbits to Sasha. The faint smell of lavender wafts from the book’s pages, mixing with the quiet scratching of Sasha's pencil. I dare not read that book even if I know it’s not recommended to judge a book by its cover. But this one looks like it's been through the wringer and the blender, and maybe even a stampede of wild boars. It's a hodgepodge of textures, colors, and materials, with the binding held together by what looks like ancient bubblegum. The edges of the cover are frayed and torn, with bits of moss and dirt clinging to the surface.The title, written in what might be dragon's blood— or just really old red ink— is barely legible… Something like "The Botanical Hea-r's Hand-ook". It's clear that this