Backpedaling he was forced to give a lot of ground, as he twisted and dodged trying to avoid Demus' blade. Seemingly simple movements by the Dark Lord...proved far more deadly than Obi Wan had given him credit for.Each time he avoided a strike it was a near miss. Burn marks on his beard and clothing attested to how close some of them had come.The smell of his own burnt hair and sweat filled Obi Wan's nostrils. As the fight went on he was becoming more and more tired while Demus didn't seem. " I was still tingling from our encounter."In fact," I said, moving close to her, and sliding the closet door shut, "Why don't you try on a few of these things while I get comfortable"As I spoke to her, I let my knees bend and my tongue slid over her naked body. I paused to suck one tit into my mouth and then continued on my downward journey.I formed a mental picture of her in the outfit she held. Standing over me as I lay on the carpet slowly lowering her pussy to my outstretched tongue"Hey,. ”“At least you could have asked.”“‘It’s more fun this way.” I repeated one of her often-used phrases.“Jerk.” ‘Thanks, I think I’m better now.’“Show us your Voodoo doll, Lissa.” Rachel chimed in, since speaking was now allowed. We had been eating in silence in difference to Cat’s earlier issues.The little thing was obviously hand made with deliberate imperfections. Rachel’s question opened up the field for more questions and observations. We stayed a while chatting. I had paid the bill earlier. She too woke up for pee that I don’t know and she opened the bathroom door without knowing that I’m inside. Suddenly we both shocked to see each other, she said sorry and went out. I too wore my boxer and came out, she was sitting on her bed. She saw me seriously and asked meAunt: what are you doing there?I was tensed and saidMe: sorry aunty.She was very serious and asking meAunt: will you say or should I complaint on you to your parents.I saidMe: sorry aunty please don’t complain to my.