Inch by inch she drew closer to his body. His hearts beat increased as the entirety of her frame pressed against him. He had never felt the touch of a...warm blooded woman before this moment. The heat from her skin poured into his, almost causing him to groan out with pleasure at the initial contact. Phillip kept their bodies together as he led her by the hips to the man-made pond outside. He didnt dare break their contact as he could both lose her attention and tremble at the loss of her touch.. Continuing to nibble and suck, she swiped her slippery tongue all around its rapidly expanding girth until she was sure it was restored, and then her head fell back on the pillow, her long blonde hair fanning around her face like a halo of light. The rejuvenated instrument slipped, wetly glistening, from her mouth, every blood-ridge pulsating along its powerful length, a small stung of white sperm still connecting her lips to it.Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Ralph with deep. Her age rang off of her, like counting the lines on a tree stump to see how old it had been when it had been cut down. She was almost three hundred and seventy now. How had it happened? How had she become so old, when Aria felt she was never changing? She was barely twenty years old now, would she be like her mother and live for so long, seeing her loved one die, only days after her last daughter had been born? "Now, I want you to set your protection circle, gel, and do it tight, then go back. It was something she never got tired of, no matter that it happened with such predictable regularity.Richard was chuckling at the brazen display.“Not as far as I’m concerned,” he said.“Why thank you kind sir!”“Don’t mention it. Christ, Marcia, that skirt. No wonder they have trouble concentrating.”“Poor things. Guess I do like to torment them.”“You don’t say.”Marcia shrugged and smiled. “Can’t help myself. You don’t mind, Richard, do you?”Richard assured her that he did not. He wanted Marcia to.