Strange things were happening in my mind as we wrestled. I kept seeing his face in different ways. One moment he was my father, familiar, trusted, sec...nd-nature; the next he was a complete stranger, and then he was handsome, strong, sexy! I began to fight harder as if to dispel these switching illusions. He fought harder in return. Our faces were perilously close together. I got the feeling that a kiss was prevented only in the nick of time.And then something else happened. As one we became. The small group paused in the lobby. "Mark, I think we could all do with a shower and freshening up before the banquet tonight. Margaret?"Mark nodded. "Shall we say at nine, then, Thurston?" Nine it is," Mitchell answered, offering his arm to his lovely wife and strolling away with her.Mark turned in the opposite direction, intending to get a drink in the bar before going up to his room, and that was when he saw Priscilla. She was standing by the elevator, her hand on her hip and that brazen. ..and figure. I had no idea she had any interest in me. I had no clue that anything like this might happen.I was flabbergasted, why was she doing this, I had never encouraged her.She is beautiful and could have any man she desired. A lot of the guys at the University admired her body and often made comments about how good she would be in bed.As we kissed her hand went down and grabbed my penis. It began to firm up immediately.She broke the kiss and before I could say anything.“Don’t say a. The breeze was carrying the scent of Lannie’s bloodied backside and her body scent down to the great beast, enabling it to make up its mind. With a single bound, it was up on the ledge above the ditch, searching and sniffing where she’d been but an instant earlier.As quietly as possible, Sy reached down a hand to her and helped her climb up the front side of the ditch. As her face came into view, Sibilius stopped for an instant and gazed at her. He could see the death of her father in those.