You leaned over me, waiting. ‘Really? You do?’ I asked. ‘Really. And you know this to be true.’ Your face was very close now. I reached out t...e other hand to cup your face. There was light stubble over your cheeks. I felt my way up to your ears, rolling your lobes between my fingers. I combed my hands through your hair. Pulling your head down to mine. Kissing you for the first time was both pleasant and oddly familiar. None of those fireworks that magically happen in stories. Just a lot of. They rose and fell, her dusky nipples hard and beading with milk. “Sorry,” I said, flushing. I leaned over and kissed her, my short, dark-brown hair swaying past my cheek.It wasn't a simple mother/daughter kiss, but full of passion. Last night was amazing. It might have been wrong, but I didn't care. It was hot. It sent this wild rush through me as our tongues dueled together. My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched.I wanted to do things, but it was morning. The girls could be lurking. ’ ‘You knew.’ Ignoring the offer, she stared up at him, her pale blue eyes wide with fury. ‘You bastard. You knew he was dying. Archie knew he was dying. Did everyone know? Was I the only person who didn’t know?’ Matt grimaced. He’d warned Charlie this would be her reaction. ‘No, of course not. He didn’t want anyone to know.’ ‘Then why tell you?’ It was a fair question. And not one to which he could provide an easy answer. He’d understood Charlie’s reasons but knew Melissa wouldn’t find them. At about 150 yards I had a good target, a blue-coated man coming straight at me at the gallop and swinging a sword. I stepped off to the side a bit, fired, began reloading and then glanced up to see a riderless horse turn off into the woods. By the time I had rammed home the next ball, the nearest man was within fifty yards, an easy shot, and I blew him out of his saddle, waving his arms as if he was trying to fly. The others milled about while I mounted and galloped quickly up the hillside,.