She covered the bowls of salad, made herself some tea and sat down with her guitar, a tune running through her head, words coming, unbidden, to fit it... Words written in the nineteenth century by Elizabeth Barrett Browning;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men. "That damned fool of a Duke thinks that he's a Dweorg lord, and he throws down ale like fish drink water! I'm scared to go to bed because I'll just pass out and wake up tomorrow still probably drunk, or hung-over enough to want start drinking all over again! My love ... exactly what part of, 'You're still wounded, so stay just behind the battle-line!' didn't you quite understand?" My love, I might well ask you as well what part of my warning 'not to go too deeply into the Boar-Men lines' did. Her lubrication admitted it easily into her, and she couldn’t help but buck her hips gently as the vibrator moved inside her. A small part of her mind noticed that her lover had climbed on the bed, and was straddling her now. Her back arched as he reached forward with one hand, grabbing her left nipple and pulling up, and reached back with the other, rubbing her clit with his thumb and pushing the vibrator deeper with his fingers. She gasped, and had the momentary thought that her lover was. "K!" She said. "Midnight trashy or summer slut?" Summer slut!" I said feeling the air of excitement at her attitude.She reached down separating her lips for me again. "MMmmmmm! You doooo lick my pussssy…sooooo…ggooo…ood, bu…ut we havvve to get up no…ow." Gaaa that feels good." She said gently pushing my head away."We have to get up and get ready Tony."I could tell Kari was excited, by the way she pranced off to her shower, picking her drink up as she went. "Oh Hon!" She called me into the bath..