She was obviously thinking something. I could tell by her tone. ‘Whatever you’re doing, hurry up. We need to talk, but it’s not a conversation f...r over the phone.’ ‘I miss you Tara,’ I found myself saying. ‘Then come home,’ she said. ‘Not yet,’ I sighed. ‘I can’t.’ There was a hesitation on the line before she finally spoke. ‘Okay,’ Tara said. ‘But don’t think I won’t come out there and get you if you stay too long. Your family needs you. So do I.’ ‘Wow,’ I thought, feeling my heart beat. You're just a wimp. Cat got your tongue? You cannot let him do this to you. Can you tell him that you're glad you didn't go to the Surf-n-Sand? You could just say it."Its only fair to share," he teased.Sheila was furious at herself for letting him make her defensive. I will do and say what I please. He does not have the right to corner me. I am a liberated woman and I do not care what he thinks. That litany made her feel better, but her well-honed competitive self returned and she couldn't buy. Each of the other twelve was now grown and had good lives of their own, mostly in other cities, and towns both in Tellismere and in other duchies, on many of Rowan and Gwenda's gifted lands. Two of Rowan's younger sons, and their second youngest daughter were each officers commanding companies in the small, pitifully maintained Duchy regiments that attempted to keep order in the many wilderness backwater regions of the land where still, even fifty years after the great war, many villages and. I was straining for her, craning my thick neck to get a sniff of her sweet honeypot once more. My big fat love stick was also straining at the bit to get a taste of warm gash, standing proud and tall yet again for her.Her panties fell into the leaves. Immediately I took them in my hands and put them to my horny nose and inhaled strongly. It was ecsatsy, I could feel her dampness upon my face, her scent deep in my nostrils. The gypsy giggled histerically. Looking back it must have been a most.