" Jane continued to stare on,wondering if she was supposed to understand. "When they play with hishair, I mean. I guess it just relaxes him so much, t...at he just fallsasleep. Deep sleep too. You could walk him outside naked, and he'd haveno idea." Really? Has he ever fallen asleep on you like this before?" Of course! Why, last time...Oh yeah. I promised him I'd never tellanyone about last time." What happened last time?" I promised I'd never tell, but...it does give me an idea. You said if. Had I but known, I could have protected her; although she was twenty one Jane was not worldly-wise, not in the least. I was merely glad to see her in such fine fettle; what a fool I was... Her visits to Oxford became more regular, and her moods more fragile. I would often find her crying without any reason, she offered no explanation. It took me weeks to gain her confidence, but once I did - her confession shocked me. Jane complained of nightmares, disturbing dreams - during which she was. Dad opps Andy poured a glass of champange as we toasted my 21st, as we took in the sites of the city I felt Andy undress me with his eyes little did he realise I was loving it as I reached over to look out his window so he got a full view of my huge tits, I felt his hand cup them as I gasped he appoligised saying he shouldn of done that, and hadn't felt a tit in years I looked and said well feel them more then as I sat oppisite him.His hands stroked my tits making my nipples hard and my pussy. Termite blood on its skin was mixing with the blood it had bled from arrow cuts and scrapes. He had seen it bleed for him. It jumped and cut a wing of one termite, a head of another. No one could be as happy as it. —==(o)==— Bodies falling, screams, fading and new, blood spurting. Zoa spun in the air to locate the enemies. An arrow swished past her, if she hadn’t spun it would have hit her. She flew behind a branch. The shooter was inside, shooting out. ‘Shooter in the hive,’ she screamed,.