I was fully exausted from the sexual encounter and as I removed my cock from her pussy with a pop our cum started driping from her pussy and I layed ...eside her for some time . As the rain stopped she was about to get off the bed and when she did it I saw her big ass which was awesome . I asked her if I can fuck her ass but she refused to get fucked in ass as she had never done it before . I requested her if I can lick her ass and she agreed . She got down and layed on edge of the bed with her. ‘Ye ha’e an affection fer her, do ye, Laird Braedon?’ Sloan had to ask. ‘I can’ne lie, Sloan. My heart belongs tae her, but I fear she may not want me anymore. My son caused the death of sixteen of her men and it’s put me tae trial in her heart, I’m sure.’ Braedon confessed. Sloan wasn’t aware of the battle at Donan and what had transpired, but knew what had happened had caused a parting between them. ‘Will she no fergive ye?’ Sloan asked him, wondering if it would affect the way things are, if. The fiction is paramount, so it remains, and so too does he now.Her hands slide across her stomach as her body writhes sinuously. She used to dance, but did her dancing help her unleash her sexuality, or was it her sexuality that made her a great dancer? What next created the other is meaningless, because it is the finished product, the perfect union of both, that exists now and that is what matters. She is Venus, Aphrodite, Lilith and Delilah combined: the embodiment of female sexuality, both. They were so precious to me. I did not ever want to forget those treasured experiences.How would the scenario be different, if I had been the one who had died? Would I have wanted Sandy to love another? That is something that I really had to struggle with. Of course, I would want her to be happy. But would I want her to make love to another man? The selfish part of me wanted to be loved and remembered. If I were dying of a slow developing disease, I knew I would think of Sandy eventually loving.