Four people in red-lined yellow cloaks were dismounting their horses in front of the town hall, which lay on the southern side of the square.Didn’t ...ran say that the Heralds of Dawn wore cloaks of those colours? What could the Heralds want in Ironshire?Retracting his vala, Smythe put the Fountain between himself and the Heralds and peered through the steady rain as they ascended the stone steps of the hall and entered through the arched double doors that always stood open during the day.He. ‘Mmm, Ian?’ Jill mumbled sleepily, turning to face him, her sleepy eyes clearing and becoming brighter by the moment. He smiled at her, stroking a hand over her hip, his fingers trailing over the fabric from her white cotton panties. She was a curvaceous girl, standing about 5’8 at two hundred and ten pounds, and he loved every curve of her soft, supple body. ‘Right here, Kitten.’ He said gently, He drank in the sight of her long, curly hair, flowing to just below her shoulder blades in coils. I placed a hand over her boob and gently squeezed it. She was enjoying it. My squeeze became harder. Her nipples went fully erect. I unhooked her blouse and removed her bra. Her two soft melons were hanging and she placed my head in between them. She then squished her boobs. I was in happy heaven. Then I started to suck on her nipples.Meanwhile, my other hand was untying the knots of her petticoat. She undid it and threw it away. Now in her black panties, she looked as hot as fuck. I began. My breasts, beautiful and full, hang freely as I cup my hands around them to massage and squeeze playfully. Your legs are open, the sheets are down but not covering you. Your cock is hard in your hand. I scoot my skirt down and let it drop just like my shirt. I’m before you now, supple and soft, curvy and full, wanting you. I keep my black lace panties on. I want you to be the one to take them off. Scooping up my clothes, I’m back in my own room without you there. I put them in the laundry.