‘Where?’ the King demanded as they came upon the many doors of the healing house. ‘That one!’ Imlan skidded to a halt just inside the room the...boy had pointed at. Emble’s dark eyes were glued to one of the healers, who had hold of the dagger penetrating a bloodied arm. Just as she pulled intruding weapon from flesh, the woman’s eyes opened, and a horrific, high pitched shriek echoed off the walls. Shivers ran up the King’s arms at the terrifying scream, Emble flinched, and Don threw his hands. It was her field hockey practice tee from freshman year. Rachel had thought it would be nostalgically appropriate to wear it given that she was back at her old school. And it was a simple t-shirt. Nothing sexy about it. Of course, holding it up she again realized this wasn’t the case. She hadn’t worn the shirt in a few years and she could’ve sworn it had been larger or looser. She realized her boobs had probably gotten bigger since and it was possible she had grown everywhere in general. And. Her eyes were brown, and she had thin but friendly lips. Her skin was fair, her boobies the size of tangerines, with fully developed nipples. 'A nice mouthful, ' thought Carrie, scoping them out. 'I'll bet Michael would love wrap his lips around those beauties.' Dora's bellybutton, an innie, nestled in the middle of her belly, and her pubic mound poked out below, a fine line of pubic hair marking it and directing the eye downward to the lips of her sex. Dora's pubic lips were surrounded by nice. It was a scent that he hadn’t caught a whiff of too often in the last several years. He felt his pants slipping down and Rachael's probing hand inside his jocks. As her fingers clasped roughly around his member, he slid a hand down her leg and came back up under her robe. His heart skipped a beat when he discovered that she was naked under the robe. And wet. Very, very wet. As his fingers gently tested her readiness and slid inside her sacred spot, drawing a sharp intake of breath from her, she.