"What's going on?" his worried whisper landed right next to her ear, but before Harley could have a chance to respond, or even think of responding for...that matter, the riders were already there."Princess Harley," the man leading the group dismounted, a relieved expression on his face.Cal's mind flopped over at the title the man just addressed her as. Princess? It couldn't be. There had to be a mistake, but her next words assured him there wasn't."General Wrothing," she addressed the man with. She had been covering our rear, so she had the greatest distance to go to reach the fight. I had not taken up the mace because I did not want to chance distracting her as she used her lance.Hippolyte did make the first kill as she ran her lance into the back of one of the bandits. He fell, and her lance was stubborn about releasing from the back of the dead man, so she was momentarily distracted by trying to pull her lance loose.This gave our three men time to enter the fight, and they. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort, tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasn’t interested anymore. They didn’t even sleep in the same room these days let alone make love. Sadly Della felt like she was withering away, she may as well have turned celibate… Yet there was another underlying fear and that was at the overwhelming urges that threatened to boil over and spill out from her. Dark urges, utterly debauched and dirty, ones that she could. That made the orgasm amazingly intense. I kept going and so did Sophie, and it felt like my orgasm and hers were flowing together despite the technology and distance between us. It was just incredible.I want to say it is the best orgasm ever, but I find most orgasms feel like that when you are having them. But it was definitely in the top few.“That was amazing,” said Sophie softly, tears in her eyes.“I hope those are tears of joy,” I said. “I hope you can feel my joy.”“Yes,” said Sophie,.