Alison waited until we were out of the parking lot before she spoke. “I like your walking stick. Is it new?”“Yes, you might remember that I gave...The Judge my cane version of it.” I replied.“Yes he carries it all the time, even around The Haven,” she informed me smiling.I nodded first, “You never can tell when he will run into a vicious old lady.” Then I asked, “So how has your quest for the perfect case gone so far?”“It’s going slowly. The internet doesn’t have a search engine to compile a list. "You think you are clever? Well, try this! I hope the resurrection spells work for you!" Between his hands a ball of flame grew, until it glared with the color of the fires of Hell itself. I didn't move.He chuckled as he threw it right at me. I let it hit me square in the chest, where it rolled off my blue armor, cutting painfully into every crack, blistering me where the breastplate ended."Enough of this." I said, letting my irritation show. "You are right. I also hope the resurrection spells. I settled on a Cartoon Show on Doordarshan, those usually lasted an hour, half of which was already over, but the kids like always, were attracted magnetically to the TV. They sat glued to the TV. I went inside the kitchen. I found that she had regained some control and had tidied her hair. I just stood next to her and took her hand in mine. I kept it in one hand and started gently stroking it with the other, soft, gentle, feather touches. I saw goose bumps. I kissed the palm. She closed her. She then started to rub back and forth on it, which she had to be doing on purpose. This was no squirm to get comfortable sort of movement, she was literally rubbing her ass on my cock. I pushed my cock back up at her, not to purposeful, but enough so that she could feel it. She then surprised me by standing up and moving between my open legs. I quickly adjusted my cock as she sat down on it with my cock between her tight ass cheeks. She made a thrusting motion with her hip, rubbing her ass.