Might I say? I am envious of our dear picket fence. And now that our story
has begun. I am almost green of jealousy. But trouble not! I shall do. What
I might do! Now one more thing. I am not exactly sure which one of us is
who. So I will act as both Samantha and Derwin at the time being. That is
of course until we decided who gets faramir first. Bwahahaha.
halOraRTiOn
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After their sorry encounter with a screwless elf. The girl's hopes had quite dropped. And spirits along. But sorrow is no way to do things; you must simply hold your head high. And bitch off to any needless thing, which dares lay sight on you. And so, the two organic princesses shall do just this.
On their slow mournful march home. They began a very fast, unsanitized conversation on which and what to do. If their dearest Leggy, never saw the light. Whether they should be the first woman to actually rape a man, or if they should gently prick at him till excitement gradually dawned. And the sun came upon them three. But then again.what if the poor male had never tried such before. Now poor girls. They so simply couldn't teach.for they were no trainers. But were still aspiring to the great sex goddesses they ever worshiped. But then what could they do?
In deep sadness they quickly began ticking off the other four males in the fellow ship. Frodo or.naw. If not as bent as crooked sticks, they would surely be twisted. Gandalf.out of the question. Gimli. They were only so sure that dwarves really did spring out of holes in the ground. Merry or pippin. Good god. Boromir. They actually didn't mind big asses. But ones that sagged to the knees. That there.was a slight issue. And now Aragorn. They would rather screw his mate anyhow. Couldn't possibly mess up their perfect attire. That man must shed maggots like a horse some contagious disease.
Through their march, they had actually passed through camp. Derwin purposely trotted on Sam's physic booger encrusted finger. And Samantha upon gimli's beard. But that damn dwarf never even looked up or rather.down.
Realizing their mistake.a short speechless discussion held them up in decision of if they should actually go back or not. But the vision of legolas was too strong. And the elf of power.doesn't have a will of it's own. So why do they go back? Well. One of the two must have his spandex leggings. While the other.just had to have herself pulled under. Well.might we say both? So they desperately broke unto their Monty python inspired canter, and hurried back through the snow.
Once arrived back in camp. Many groans, and a certain whoop of overpowered joy, In which Brought them bowing to their knees. And gently patting their necks in reward for such a splendid ride. Beginning to launch into a usual hysteric fit of giggles. The girls were soon rolling down the slopes of the mountain, only to run up again and again to do it again. When just in the middle of their 17'Th ride. They stopped short in the middle of a fatal roll. Remembering they had tied up their absolute beloved. Now this only started more of those giggles. Until Derwin, promptly had laughed to hard, with too much water earlier that day.no longer smelt of the honey-suckle cockroach lotion she has generously applied to her greasy skin that morning.
Muttering a simple oops. She quickly snapped her fingers, where another pair of dirty jeans, and muddy half chaps appeared, right in the place where her former ones had perished. Thinking smugly to self on how she looked perfectly well. Her dear partner Samantha has been lovingly chewing on her nails. Until she had stopped upon the spot of where she had chewed off a fragment of what she had left. In which the object looked dearly like Legolas's ass. And they quickly began to marvel over it. Wrapping it tightly in a spare piece of handmade, elfin crafted silk to store forever. Before happily forgetting about legolas once more, and only what to do when they get someplace warm.
"Stalls are always a wonderful option" remarked Derwin lovingly. "But it must be a box stall, you know how rolly I can be at times" "yes, yes, you surely do have a point, anyway we will need room for my lunge whip, and your dressage, I only worry we might hurt the guy." After Derwin's reply to Samantha, both girls looked at each other and yelled "YAH RIGHT" at the same time before breaking into insane giggles for only the trillionth time.
Returning again for the trillionth time to camp. The girls had finally decided it was impossible to wait, and they quickly rushed behind a clomp of snow to change quickly into their most exciting thongs. Derwin picking a pink and white one with a naughty scrolling marquee. And Samantha in black leather one with a red bow tie. They could hardly wait to.ambush the poor lil boy.
Weeeeeeeee! That was very exciting! Now, now. I will just have to see what picket fence has thought up with that clever lil mind of hers!
R + R!
halOraRTiOn
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After their sorry encounter with a screwless elf. The girl's hopes had quite dropped. And spirits along. But sorrow is no way to do things; you must simply hold your head high. And bitch off to any needless thing, which dares lay sight on you. And so, the two organic princesses shall do just this.
On their slow mournful march home. They began a very fast, unsanitized conversation on which and what to do. If their dearest Leggy, never saw the light. Whether they should be the first woman to actually rape a man, or if they should gently prick at him till excitement gradually dawned. And the sun came upon them three. But then again.what if the poor male had never tried such before. Now poor girls. They so simply couldn't teach.for they were no trainers. But were still aspiring to the great sex goddesses they ever worshiped. But then what could they do?
In deep sadness they quickly began ticking off the other four males in the fellow ship. Frodo or.naw. If not as bent as crooked sticks, they would surely be twisted. Gandalf.out of the question. Gimli. They were only so sure that dwarves really did spring out of holes in the ground. Merry or pippin. Good god. Boromir. They actually didn't mind big asses. But ones that sagged to the knees. That there.was a slight issue. And now Aragorn. They would rather screw his mate anyhow. Couldn't possibly mess up their perfect attire. That man must shed maggots like a horse some contagious disease.
Through their march, they had actually passed through camp. Derwin purposely trotted on Sam's physic booger encrusted finger. And Samantha upon gimli's beard. But that damn dwarf never even looked up or rather.down.
Realizing their mistake.a short speechless discussion held them up in decision of if they should actually go back or not. But the vision of legolas was too strong. And the elf of power.doesn't have a will of it's own. So why do they go back? Well. One of the two must have his spandex leggings. While the other.just had to have herself pulled under. Well.might we say both? So they desperately broke unto their Monty python inspired canter, and hurried back through the snow.
Once arrived back in camp. Many groans, and a certain whoop of overpowered joy, In which Brought them bowing to their knees. And gently patting their necks in reward for such a splendid ride. Beginning to launch into a usual hysteric fit of giggles. The girls were soon rolling down the slopes of the mountain, only to run up again and again to do it again. When just in the middle of their 17'Th ride. They stopped short in the middle of a fatal roll. Remembering they had tied up their absolute beloved. Now this only started more of those giggles. Until Derwin, promptly had laughed to hard, with too much water earlier that day.no longer smelt of the honey-suckle cockroach lotion she has generously applied to her greasy skin that morning.
Muttering a simple oops. She quickly snapped her fingers, where another pair of dirty jeans, and muddy half chaps appeared, right in the place where her former ones had perished. Thinking smugly to self on how she looked perfectly well. Her dear partner Samantha has been lovingly chewing on her nails. Until she had stopped upon the spot of where she had chewed off a fragment of what she had left. In which the object looked dearly like Legolas's ass. And they quickly began to marvel over it. Wrapping it tightly in a spare piece of handmade, elfin crafted silk to store forever. Before happily forgetting about legolas once more, and only what to do when they get someplace warm.
"Stalls are always a wonderful option" remarked Derwin lovingly. "But it must be a box stall, you know how rolly I can be at times" "yes, yes, you surely do have a point, anyway we will need room for my lunge whip, and your dressage, I only worry we might hurt the guy." After Derwin's reply to Samantha, both girls looked at each other and yelled "YAH RIGHT" at the same time before breaking into insane giggles for only the trillionth time.
Returning again for the trillionth time to camp. The girls had finally decided it was impossible to wait, and they quickly rushed behind a clomp of snow to change quickly into their most exciting thongs. Derwin picking a pink and white one with a naughty scrolling marquee. And Samantha in black leather one with a red bow tie. They could hardly wait to.ambush the poor lil boy.
Weeeeeeeee! That was very exciting! Now, now. I will just have to see what picket fence has thought up with that clever lil mind of hers!
R + R!