Bran told him, his eyes sparkling with delight. But Im sure youve noticed thats impossible now. Bran added as he looked down at his lifeless legs. ...ifted? The power to kill is not a gift it is a curse. Each man I kill raises five more that would see me dead. This is my burden to bear, my gift from the gods. He spoke calmly but with a sadness in his voice that Bran was all too familiar with. I thank you for saving me Lord Lucas. Ask of me what you will and if it be in my power to give it,. " What?! Me? Why? I just put them back on!"Suzanne said sternly, "Well, you're free to ground Alan, but that doesn't take away his right to decide what you wear. Did he or did he not tell you to take them off a little while ago? I didn't hear him rescind his order. Are we or are we not about obeying the rules?" Suzanne wanted to reassert Susan's sense that Alan was really the one in control."Oh, poo!" Susan pouted as she slid her bikini bottoms off again. "Why do I always end up naked and. There was no pretense, no affectation of what it was, no overt sexual overtone. That wasn't to say there wasn't a flirtatious undertone, and there was quite obviously the sparkle of attraction both ways, but their coffee dates were never reduced to the bawdy courtship ritual of some of her other suitors. Everything had progressed pleasantly, right up until the odd question that he'd just uttered."Oh of course, how silly of me," he replied. "You still think we're sitting in the coffee shop down. I can’t take it anymore. I duck back behind the corner, take my shoes and shirt off and pull my pants down to my ankles. I decide to just take them off completely and I stand there naked. I look back just in time to see Haley lift her ass off the bed, pull her thong off, and throw it to the floor only inches from where I’m standing. It hits the ground with a thud, every part of it is soaking with her sweet girly cum, even the thing part that goes in her ass. I can smell the sweet aroma of her.