***At first I was upset, then depressed. By nine the next night, I was simply angry: I was ready to give myself to Lillianna - why the fuck couldn't s...e give herself to me? Even if she couldn't, why couldn't she tell me what to expect, give me the courtesy of a phone call. I needed her already and it hurt.Such thoughts ran through my mind as I looked at Denise, who stood before me in her wedge espadrilles, a navy dress that fell to her knees and her blonde hair in pigtails. She was looking at. Ariela stared into the determined eyes of her General, “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you both right here.” Her voice was barely controlled, her expression like a storm and Avery cowered. She had heard stories of Ariela at her worst, but she had never seen it. Something about the sheer power and cruelty she exuded made her cower like a child behind the protective form of Atrin, who starred unblinking into the eye of the storm.Now was not the time to avoid risk, Atrin thought as he. Sure, my cock was hard and the sex on screen was hot, but I was distracted. It was weird. I kept thinking about Bev's butt in her underwear. As much of a sex deprived, porn watching, masturbator as I was, I'd never given any real thought to the idea that there was a sexy young woman in my own house. Bev could sit around in shorts and a tee, walk to her room in a towel and I never gave it any thought. Until now. And it kind of ruined my mood. Not the thoughts of Bev, those were keeping me hard. The more she thought of it the more she was convinced that her reasoning was correct. In morbid detail she examined the scenario of the follow-up. After some months her mother would force her to visit gynaecologists. She would have to prove to the doctor that she is not a virgin. That would be easy enough, but to protect her reputation she would have to rupture her hymen with his consent. The manual she had read about what a young bride should know did not seem to have anything to say to a.