She thanked me, and started toweling her hair- it was a pretty sight to see her boobs shaking vigorously as she toweled her hair. Her sari pallu had a...ain fallen from her shoulder. At length, she was dry again. And she said “now I’m dry. Hope I don’t catch a cold!” And I somehow said “no, you won’t I’m quite warm-blooded” and she laughed. I felt a bit embarrassed and she smiled at me. We then sat down, and she went inside to the kitchen to bring a couple of tea-cups. As she returned, I asked. The spear had struck him in the shoulder. He lay on the ground now with Yela holding him. A noise behind me made me turn again and I saw perhaps a dozen foot soldiers with spears and swords running towards the three of us."No!" I yelled without thinking, and reached out, for the first time in anger, and whipped every rock and pebble, every loose object within sight into a hurricane of debris that circled around the three of us. Heavy, light, blunt or sharp, thousands of little pieces of debris. "“See, you did it again, went back and inserted me in that last sentence.”"Sorry, sorry, sorry. Please, Comma I do need you for something quite urgent.”"Urgent, I cannot be that urgent because your iPad is charging, your MacBook is not switched on, and your iPhone is useless for writing on."“Please, if you come with me I will show you.”“Bloody hell, are you going to write an actual letter, the real thing on paper and everything. Best do it in pencil because you’ll be rubbing most of it out and. Finally that wonderful penis of his was free of his shorts and she could only stare knowing it was coming for her. Kissing her, he climbed between her legs, ‘Chris, are you sure… Oh I say.’ She crooned feeling him slide between her soft and spongy lips to sink and slide in an altogether new way. Even though her brain had been saying no her body had prepared the way and he slid in easily. His weight on her was so reassuring after what she had done, and she clung to him. He began to kiss her.