I’ve already said that I hadn’t heard a peep out of the voice in my head since my visit to Clarissa’s grave, but then, I hadn’t really been in...the kind of situation when she was usually at her most vocal—just about to get laid.She would always egg me on beforehand and then there was always the dream afterwards. The voice had stopped. The dreams had stopped. And I couldn’t help but think that it was because I was now in a situation that meant there was no prospect of me having sex any time. We had been out for ages and I got a text from the gf to say that her and her mum were going to head up to mine and the gfs house and do things up there with the decorations they just nought and order some dinner and have a few wines. I told ed her that I was smashed and so is jim so we will have to et a taxi up once we were finished at the pub.I told jim and he said we should head to his to pick up his pack of beers to take up to ours. So we left the pub and headed up to jims house we got in. This horse also tumbled, spilling its rider into the path of oncoming horses.The first two riders were killed by their falls, so they were completely out of the fight. The rest of the Indians were caught by surprise and one more took a fatal tumble as his horse tried to avoid stepping on a downed Indian. The Indians had to give up the attack to try to get their horses back under control, and this gave Keith and Sam time to line up additional shots, this time at men, not horses.By reloading and. "Does that feel better?" I asked, looking up at her.She nodded. "Yes, but it must be higher." Maybe it's under your panties," I suggested."I think it may be," she agreed with me."That would mean that we would need to take your panties off to find it," I said, trying to sound casual. My cock was straining to get out of its confinement and my heart was beating wildly."I guess that's what you'll have to do," she said, sounding resigned to the fate. She raised her ass to accommodate me even before.