." Ilsa said tonelessly, looking at the floor. She shook her head slightly, her brown mane slow dancing against her skin. "I can't believe it. Who cou...d have done it... and why?"Melanie stood up, looked at Ilsa, then traced her hand lightly across her lover's shoulder. Ilsa watched as Melanie began a slow pace across the floor."I can't even imagine who. But Ilsa, we have to start understanding that we are going to be questioned," Melanie said, looking down as she walked. "I mean, people. With a sharp gasp you wake up from the dream, covered in sweat, your bed sheets twisted and tucked around you, trapping you, forcing you to struggle to free yourself, you walk almost drunkenly to the bathroom, to wash your face, feeling overheated.Looking up into the mirror, you stumble backwards in surprise - you don't look like you anymore. You appear muscular and toned, your skin is inhumanely smooth, face manly and slightly feminine at the same time, and, perhaps the most shocking, five. Let's go back to the hotel." She smiled and coyly blushed.The next morning they made the ride back to the Verde Valley. When they got to the ranch, they found that Emmett, Molly, and Bob busy in the pasture closest to the house. Emmett and Bob were both mounted. They would rope the cattle and drag them closer to the fire where Molly applied a red hot branding iron.Rafe and Emma quickly changed into work clothes and went to help. Emmett and Molly were surprised to see the newlyweds and after a. “We’ll get there,” I whispered into her ear, “but first I want to taste every part of your sexy body.” After removing what was left of our clothes, we came together for one more deep, passionate kiss which I broke only to place a smaller one on the nape of her neck. From there, I ran my tongue down her tender flesh, trailing towards her right breast. Miniature goose pimples raced across her skin as I ground my tongue along the outside of her areola, almost--but never quite--reaching her.