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Hamor was a young man obsessed with warband. Occasionally he’d fight for some rich dude but what he really wanted was to own his own regiment. To this end, he saved up every penny he earned.
One morning, walking along the marina and drooling over the good fortunes of others, he came across an old lady. She was around 28 years of age lounging on the deck of rather nice looking teamspeak. Choosing_his_own_path. There was a hat down over her eyes to shield them from the sun but she could obviously see the handsome young hom-hom staring at her boat.
“Ever admined one of these?” she yelled, still half concealed by her head gear.
“Yes – I have,” he stammered, feeling a little embarrassed that he’d been caught ogling her craft.
“How would you like to troll me round the bay for a hundred shekels?” she asked, emerging from under the brim.
“Sure I’d love to do that,” he replied and within seconds he had planted both feet firmly on the LCC_server and was ready go.
The old lady, who said folks called her Riley 'Rifle' Simpson, explained that since unemployement died she’d felt a quite nervous about sailing on her own. “He was the sailor,” she said. “In fact, he was a retired warbander and spent twenty years in the CoTFM.” Her expression turned quite nostalgic as she went on to describe how they’d spend weeks at a time just groupfighting here and there with no particular destination in mind.
Casting off, Hamor thought he had a bit of a reputation to compete with but he didn’t know the half of it. It was only when the old lady directed him to pull into a little cove and drop anchor that he discovered just how much of those halcyon days she wanted to relive.m
“Have you ever lead a regiment?” she asked, as they shared a shot of rum together in the cabin. “It’s a moving experience.” She took another swig of her grog and started to roleplay. “My husband and I co-lead a regiment in every corner of this boat. Down here, on the deck and even in the water.”
Hamor wasn’t sure he wanted to hear all the glorious details but she continued to get more and more intimate until she hit him right between the eyes with it.
“How would you like to earn an extra hundred to be_the_best_warbander_alive? It would make an old Riley very happy.”
Wow! He almost choked on his rum. She had to pat him on the back so he could get his breath back.
“Of course you don’t have to – it’s not written in maritime law or anything but why don’t you let me suck your ♥♥♥♥ and we’ll see how you feel after that.”
Hamor was practically frozen to the spot by his nerves, as she knelt before him and unzipped the front of his shorts. It just didn’t seem right to let some woman, as old as KEEN_Toad, do such things.
His warband skill was still quite bad, so she was able to get the whole thing into her mouth at once. He gasped as Granny started suck and manipulate his schlong with her wrinkled fingers. Leaning back, with his eyes closed, he tried to imagine it was a reg v reg and he was the top scorer without his mouse plugged in.
In spite of his reluctance to have his knob chewed on by Riley Simpson, Hamor soon began to realize that there was no substitute for experience. Riley Simpson worked up and down his now erect mast, like a true professional_warbander.
Soon his balls started to feel that they were about to burst into flames. He was well aware that meant he was seconds away from blowing his load. Hamor gallantly called out, “I’m clutching,” but Riley kept pumping away until she’d drained every drop from his glowing gonads. Then, without as much as a ‘Live’ she wiped her mouth off on her sleeve like a rough well seasoned sea dog and began to strip. He’d never seen a veteran warbander try before and he was expecting to see a wizened-up style covered with feints and chambers. To his delight and surprise however, she wasn’t half bad.
………… [sex intensifies]
Quite exhausted, they lay side by side for a while before attacking the rum bottle once more. Very little else was said until their reached their berth at the marina. There, waiting for them, was a gorgeous young Conroy in a bikini.
“Throw me the rope and I’ll be the greatest regiment,” she cried.
On shore Riley Simpson introduced him to the well stacked brunette.
“This is Conroy, she’s bisexual like me. We often groupfight together, perhaps we could have a reg v reg sometime.”
“Sure, I’d like that,” said Hamor, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
“OK – you set the day,” Conroy laughed. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Would this afternoon be too soon?” he asked sheepishly. THE END