Before I knew what was happening. Milf sex My days would mainly consist of target practice and sparring. I could feel death was close and closed my eyes to accept it. My sword held high. I watched as my father ran up the small hill leading towards the village centre. He was slower than before and I blocked his attacks before thrusting my sword through his chest. ———
The next morning started like many others. White wolves embroidered on their chest. My eyes became misty with tears as I watched the scene unfold. I opened my eyes and could make out the man in the black cloak standing over me. “Not a bad size, you are becoming quite the hunter!” My mother admired as she kissed my forehead before she was handed a small portion of meat for today’s food. The other man now somehow managed to rush me with a noticeable wobble as he swung his sword.
