Her blood-soaked dress highlighted her womanly charms very well. Charms I didn’t remember noticing before now.She noticed the ways I was looking at ...er. Her questioning expression prompted me to speak. “Do you know where to go?”She nodded and started walking, far slower than she’d walked in the library just a few hours ago. “We’ll go to Braka. The Prince’s Guard can’t go there easily, and if they come they won’t find us.”I knew about Braka. Cat had talked about being born there and the few. He’d always had a thing for his daughter, and living in a house with a pool, didn’t really help. Kayla was always in the pool, her perky breasts clad in an impossibly small bikini top, and her sweet pussy barely covered in a cute little thong. He always had a raging hard-on when he seen her like this, and he was sure she’d seen it too, as much as he tried to cover it. Just thinking about her was making his throbbing 8 inch dick rise to attention. He knew, that when he had a hard on over his. "He looked over the remaining songs once again. "That leaves us witheight possible covers. We can go through each of them and see whateveryone's opinions are. But before we do that, can we hear the ones youhave been working on?"Scott was looking toward the end of the table where the band and I weresitting. I looked over at them for a second to gauge their reactionbefore nodding back to him. The band and I stood up and we made our wayover to the instruments. As I sang through each of the songs. The silences became more frequent as the list progressed. At twenty volunteers, McCock excused himself and headed back to the apartment block. He noticed movement at the female quarters and saw a group of females hurrying across to the community hall. He had barely further progressed when loud voices increasingly raised behind him told of a family disagreement. Having an interest in the matter, McCock was retracing his steps and saw the cottages apparently empty of the older females to descend.