Jackal 4 A Woman Without Panties, Generous.

For the young monk, who all his life led a simple life devoted to the G.o.ds, all this food that this young woman collected for him is like a heavenly feast.

Leaning against the edge of the well, with an apple in his right hand and a slice of beef in his left, Dimitry eagerly bites into this delicacies that will allow him to regain his strength.

Certainly, his morale is not the best. Of his village, there's nothing left but still smoldering ashes and worse, all his brothers have been ma.s.sacred.

Although all this happened very brutally, the young monk does not sink into sadness because if it is so, it is only because the G.o.ds wished it.

Between pieces of meat, bites of fruit, at last, after twenty minutes, she returns.

She has combed her hair in a ponytail? This hairstyle makes her look softer and younger.

Dimitry smiles at the beauty who appears from a deserted street corner, without forgetting to take a bite of her orange.

One second! Who is that man behind her? Why is she turning around to answer him and, above all, why is there a charming smile on her lips when she answers this old a.s.s who must be over forty-five years old?

With his eyes directed towards the enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that leap out at every step the young, h.o.r.n.y woman takes, Dimitry holds back his animal instinct, screaming at him to jump on the man who threatens to steal her first female.

"So you have a man in your life."

The young woman stops her steps near the young monk, whose expression is not the best.

She does not immediately respond to the young monk whose eyes now detail their new companion.

Nevertheless, seeing a certain jealousy in the eyes of this young boy with a dirty mouth, the young woman smiles and then turns to the man standing next to her.

"It's Dimitry whom I saved from certain death, and here is Louis whom I found hiding under a millstone of straw."

The mature man doesn't seem too happy to see that kid in the church dress, either. However, as an adult, he's recovering quickly. He moves towards the young man and reaches out his hand to him.

"Nice to meet you, Dimitry and I'm happy to be able to go a long way with you and Rhea."

Rhea? Just a moment! Why does this redneck know the name of his girlfriend even himself was unaware of this detail?

"Me too, Louis. However, how will you follow Rhea and me? I mean. A man of your age probably has trouble getting around without his cane."

This little vicious and mocking attack greatly satisfies Dimitry, whose discreet laughter greatly annoys the mature man.

"Don't worry about me, Dimitry. Earlier than to speak of my old age, I think it would be more prudent for you to dress in man's clothing for our journey. Indeed, women dresses are not ideal for long journeys."

Is that snake-tongued b.a.s.t.a.r.d is he looking to get beaten up?

"Thanks for your concern old man, but rather than look like a beggar like you, until we reach a town, these clothes will do the trick."

Dimitry knows that like any Scribe who has carefully reproduced many illuminations, he possesses the rare ability to tell beauty from ugliness.

Thus, he can say it without making a mistake.

He himself has a most advantageous face. His Rhea is of a beauty worthy of the G.o.ddesses, but this old man who plays at the smartest is uglier than an Orc's a.s.s.

The young warrior monk, annoyed by the verbal attacks of this old a.s.s who takes pleasure in humiliating him in front of his first s.e.xual experience, can no longer keep his calm.

Pushed by his masculine side that woke up when he met the beautiful Rhea, he leaps towards the mature man.

…

These men are so simple-minded. Do they stop evolving when they turn ten years old?

Rhea easily blocks the fist of the young monk whose destination was none other than the long nose of their new companion.

"Glad to see that you've regained your strength, Dimitry. Now you can move by yourself, we'll leave as soon as I fill the gourds with the water from this well."

The two men are too busy to keep fighting. They both don't know how she did it, but Rhea just pulled six gourds out of nowhere.

Magic or simple prodigy?

Both of them are far too focused on something else for asking such a question.

...

Louis swallows his saliva. Dimitry directs his hand to his already hard s.e.x.

This small well is really not practical for Rhea who is about 5.9ft tall. In order to pull the wide rope, she is forced to bend over, thus revealing part of her athletic little a.s.s.

The two men don't need to talk to each other to move to a strategic point.

Now as if they have been friends forever, shoulder to shoulder, the two men face the two b.u.t.tocks who seem to be calling for the beast lurking deep within them.

Their fertile imagination leading them to a more intimate place, they silently take advantage of the shaved, wet little pink p.u.s.s.y that both of them would like to penetrate.

Such a s.l.u.t who walks around without a bra or panties is a gift for any virgin leaving his abbey.

Looking at the pretty pink rump whose l.a.b.i.a majora are slightly apart, the Dimitry's hand Disappears discreetly under his dress and go back and forth more and more quickly along his big stem whose pressure only increases.

Despite his desire to direct his colossus towards this welcoming refuge, Dimitry suddenly thinks of something.

Won't the old a.s.s be a brake on his love affair? The young monk squints his eyes.

The old b.a.s.t.a.r.d has just cut off all his desire just as he was about to come in the lapel of his dress.

Angry and frustrated, Dimitry lets go of his instrument of pleasure and throws his powerful fist right in the face of the poor Louis who, having regained a second youth, was groping his package over his old pants.

"There, the gourds are full. Hey, why is Louis lying unconscious on the floor?"

The young warrior monk was innocently picking up the fruit and the meat that Rhea had found.

Alerted by the words of the beauty, he quickly turns around and at first surprised, he panics when he sees this nice old man lying motionless on the dirt floor.

"No, it's a malaise! An old man like him must have a very fragile heart. What a pity! I was so happy to have found a new friend. So sad, I'm sorry to say this, but although I love helping my fellow men more than anything, I think the long journey we're about to take will be far too exhausting for that nasty old f.u.c.ker."