Though still curious I'm willing to bet, as to which one of us was in fact ... the woman he first met and started talking to weeks ago now." But..." m...m attempted, though my Aunt quickly shut her down from continuing."No Buts for one thing. But ... for another," she grinned. "What I do think is this, as far as his punishment should go, and I do believe he should be punished for this ... a little bit anyway. Neither you nor I are going to tell him who Naughty Time really was. He's going to have. He watched her take a bite of her sweet and sour chicken that he had ordered in after helping her with a shower. Along with her panties, she was wearing one of his old flannel shirts that had faded so much the blue color looked gray. The shirt came to the top of her knees. He had insisted that she stay the night with him and she hadn't argued with him. She had simply nodded and let him take care of her. Other than to thank him for helping her with the shower, and for serving her food, she had. ”“Thank you. Why don’t you come closer keep me warmer.” James moved closer and Gem pulled him toward her and kissed him. James continued to massage her firm tits, Gem’s tongue swirled round his as her legs locked round his body. “God I feel overdressed” James’ hands moved down to her pants. “Well looks like these need to go with the rest of the wet clothes” A damp patch had formed on Gem’s thong, making them see-through. “Open the door, give us more space and get that suit off.” James did as he. .Metal rang. She hissed as I drove her back. She circled me, slithering. I tracked her, ears pricked for every movement. My feet shifted along the cobblestones of the street. I listened for the swish of her sword, the sway of her breasts, the hissing frustration of her mouth. All of it gave me clues.I parried. I slashed. I thrust.“How!” she snarled.“You're just that pathetic of a fighter,” I said, putting mocking derision into my voice. “I don't even need to see to kill you.”I felt something.