"Oh sure. It keeps me in shape and gives me an athletic look. And it gives me an opportunity to wear really short skirts, to your obvious approval!" s...e said, causing me to grin wickedly. "But I got my ass, hips and tits from Mom." If you say so," I said, shrugging. "I've never really paid attention to Mom that way." Really?" she asked, seeming a little surprised. "I have. She's got a very beautiful body, even after having three kids and being in her forties."I coughed as I felt myself start to. Mistress was smiling down at me. It was not her “nice” smile.When I finally was able to get into position, I arched my neck, and pushed forward until my tongue could stretch to just reach her pussy lips. She needed to spread her legs wider to help me get better access, but she was not in a helping mood. I turned my head slightly from side to side, and forced myself forward, burrowing in and spreading her legs slightly myself by pushing them apart.Then I started to lick with my tongue, nibble. " Spill..." he said, taking a seat next to me at our bar-ish thing. It was in the kitchen, a high table-ish thing with little bar stools. More like a little island in the middle. He got up again to pour himself some coffee."Luke and I kind of broke up." No way!" Way." What happened? Last time I checked, you guys were perfect." Yeah, perfect ... whatever." Brooke left to go change some sheets in the guest rooms, and I told him the whole story before she got back. I got my cell phone, and let him. I thrust a final time and then collapsed on her small form.“Faoril,” I groaned, my vision growing normal. I sucked in huge breaths. “Faoril.”“It's me,” she panted beneath me. “Damn, I'm going to be walking funny for a week.”“Did I hurt you?” I swallowed. I hated the rage.“In the best way possible,” she moaned. “Mmm, you fuck so hard when you're raging. Damn, it's a wonderful ache.”I leaned down and kissed my mage. She was alive. Thank the gods.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Journeyman Mage.