Realisation swiftly dawned. He had not wandered into a struggle for her honour. She was not fighting the old man off. She was letting him do this The ...rtist said nothing more, but stood transfixed, watching, as the old man widened his tactile exploration of his erstwhile model's body. When he had walked in, she looked directly at him, over the stooped shoulder of the caretaker. He recognised her initial expression as surprised embarrassment. When he had spoken, she did not speak. Her. It never seemed to stop. He collapsed on me as his penis throbbed and shot his cum deep in me. Warm jizm dribbled out around his penis down my arse.We had been away for about forty minutes and I began to get nervous so we hurriedly dressed and returned to the dance floor separately. Nikhil had asked for my panties which I gave to him. With my panties, he wiped off our cum from my vagina, legs, labia, pussy hair, his penis and scrotum and smelt it. He had kissed me and whispered “you’re. Your father's right downstairs. We can't." She drew her legs in tight. "We'll get caught."Reason started to resurface in my head. Perhaps because of the realization that she'd said 'we' would get caught. I interpreted this as acknowledgement that we would fuck, just not now."I want to see you tonight, Mom. Come to my room, or go downstairs after Dad's asleep. If you don't, I'll come and get you." We'll see, Dougie. I need to think. I can't handle this right now. I need to think." She sprang. ” She offered no reply, just squeezed him until he thought she might do more damage than the Troll had. Her emotions were a tangle of fear and sorrow and anger, but love shone through brighter than any other.“I need to get back in to help with the wounded,” she said after a moment, pulling back a bit. She wiped her eyes and visibly gathered herself before looking up at him. “Try not to get killed in the next hour.” She said it with a small smile before turning to hurry away. Smythe grinned as.