“This is none of my business, what I’m about to ask, Ben, but what about your sex life?”He laughed outright this time. “Remind me what a sex l...fe is, will you? I can’t remember.”I would love to, she thought, but kept silent for a moment. Then, just to break the silence, she asked, “She’s not interested anymore?”“Hell no. Hasn’t been for years.” He massaged his temples. “No big loss, really. She wasn’t that great in the sack in the first place.” He looked up at her. She almost couldn’t look back. Very slowly pushing in, feeling the wet heat of her cunt as it surrounded my manhood, I began to fuck her. In her sleep, her dreams reacted to the foreign body inside her. The hand cupping Kay’s pussy began to explore, waking her up. She turned onto her back, giving her friend better access to her sex. She also pressed her breast to her friend’s mouth, reveling in the sensation of Maura sucking on her while still sleeping. Eventually, she woke up, my hand playing with her breast, my cock. She is taller then her mother, about 5' 7" and while she had that golden hue of her mother's race her face I noticed for the first time was that beautiful blend of oriental and Caucasian, I found out later it is called Eurasian. I know her eyes were blue, her dad's eyes were blue also but they seemed to jump out at me this time, maybe because they were highlighted. As she got closer I could see she had put make up on. Not the caked on stuff you see most teenage girls wearing but just a light. This time they would be doubly cautious lest they fall into yet another of the Sheriff's twisted plots to string them up on a gibbet. In all honesty, she had to admit it wasn't the hanging that filled her with dread, it was the terrible acts of "drawing" and "quartering" that shook her to her very roots. Then, the final ignominy of having one's head placed on a pike for as long as it took for the flesh to rot away helped by the vagaries of clime and hungry birds. It was not a pretty sight for.