I had to move further onto the bed and with some subtle massage made her spread he legs a little further. Keeping my head low, I could now see a sprou...ing of pubic hair under her loose knicker leg.I worked over and around her knees and started on her thighs. Long slow strokes from knee to just below the leg of her underwear. As I was leaning quite far forward my head was close to her crotch and I was now getting a tantalizing suggestion of her feminine odour and a look at her pantie crotch. “I have an IUD, so I can’t get pregnant. Though I appreciated the condom last night.”I breathed a sigh of relief. “I haven’t woken up to being fucked before. I did like it, but it has been a while since I just lost control like that.”“I could tell,” she giggled. “But I liked it. I felt dominated but safe. And it felt so good for you to come inside me and claiming me.”“Mmmm, because you feel so good to be inside,” I said, nuzzling her neck. Her collar was rough against my skin. “You are. Most is exaggerated and vicious envious backstabbing.”What has she heard? My adventures of late are many and varied. For someone only twelve days old, I’ve lived a full life.“Oh, my source is reliable, I assure you. You would be astounded if you learned who it is.” Lillith is insufferably conceited about her secret. Easily deduced.“Mama Ava confided about the resurrection of your putrefying cadavers?”Bingo. Lilith’s expression turns churlish. Surly and ungracious. She dislikes her needling. The next link was more interesting. A "Hassan Esfahani-Baracat" had operated an import/export business from Melbourne. There was a link to his company's web page, but it no longer existed. The date on the reference was mid-2006. Chris made a note of this. Maybe this was her dad? An idle thought struck him. Esfahani-Baracat. Did that mean that her father's name was just Esfahani? He did a new search on Hassan Esfahani, and got a series of hits on what was obviously the same man, including a low.