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We hedged around it, but eventually got around to talking about what had happened between us at our family reunion all those years ago. We had a serious discussion, and even laughed about it. It was a grownup, positive conversation, and both of us felt much better afterwards. It enabled me to finally put closure on that aspect of my relationship with Sami, and allowed me to see her as she really was: my cousin whom I was always feel a special kinship with. I got to know Sami and Breanne again--- really, for the first time--- and I was happy to have my cousins back in my life. Not long after that, I met a girl named Amanda. Elunaraa stepped off the path, her hooves sinking into the soft ground of Zangarmarsh. She cursed softly to herself, bemoaning the need to travel this far out of Shattrath to find the herbs she needed to craft and sell her potions, “Great idea Elunaraa, just a fantastic idea. Walk yourself all the way out here because all those damn adventurers are taking up all the easy to find herbs. Get this filth all over your legs. Ugh! It’s going to take weeks to get my legs properly clean again!” Having finished the small tirade to herself, Elunaraa futilely shook her leg and took another step “Well, If I’m going to do this, may as well get straight into it.” Elunaraa bent over, feeling her shorts tighten around her ass before adjusting them with the tip of her tail. She began brushing aside lichen as she spotted the unmistakable purple hue of a Dreamfoil blossom, expertly plucking the blossoms, she left the stem to regrow for the future. The Dreamfoil went into her herbalists pouch as she stood again, shaking her hands clear of the mud that they’d quickly picked up. Elunaraa strode onwards, her worries regarding the cleanliness of her lower legs washing away as she spotted more and more herbs, moving with a small bounce in her step as she moved between them. It didn’t take Elunaraa long before she had filled her small herbalists satchel and was beginning to squeeze herbs in to her backpack. Wiping the back of one arm across her forehead Elunaraa placed her pack down, quickly wiping the worst of the mud off of her hands on a nearby leaf and retrieving the lunch that she’d wrapped in some oiled paper. Elunaraa washed down the flatbread with a long swig of her water, balling up the oiled paper and placing it back into her pach to be asian used later. She squinted as she caught a glimpse of a hunched figure through the tall mushroom trees of the marsh. Taking a moment to rub at amateur cumshot her eyes she looked again, seeing only a japanese gnarled old log where she had convinced herself of another marsh denizen. Elunaraa smiled to herself and finished packing up her lunch, “You’ve been alone for all of half a day Elunaraa and you’re already going crazy and seeing things.” She started as her small comment was replied to, “Girl not alone. I watch girl.” Elunaraa whipped around, watching as a Broken stepped from around a nearby mushroom tree. She’d seen many of them around Shattrath but had always stayed ass away, and even those ones looked as if they had the trappings of civilisation about them. The Broken that stood before her was enormous, as tall and as wide about the shoulders as a noble male Draenei of her kind, but instead of the noble and handsome visage of a Draenei, this creature was malformed and twisted. As if some cruel God had reached down and corrupted all that was good about her people. The Broken was clothed only in a dirty loincloth covering its groin and was holding a long spear of basic wood. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.” And now I was not ass only in fear of her safety...I had mine to worry for as well. “Of course, you will,” he replied, glancing down at her. The swell of her perfect backside rose and fell, jiggled this way and that, clapped together and spread with each pass of her hips. When she heard the door close she quietly climbed. Time was up and she had difficulty getting back together. We agreed to meet on a Friday at a Motel in the same town I cumshot live. My legs were still closed but the front of my slit was on show; and the guys quickly noticed. Ko was there, tickering a staccato message on the noteboard it wore around its middle. My hips wiggled back and forth. I started toward asian the kitchen. She hadn't seen what amateur I was up to, japanese so she flinched when I pushed his nose into her bush.