She wanted it, but that virgin reluctance… The animal inside me wanted no-more gentle love-making. It wanted to FUCK that immensely beautiful damsel...I start massaging over her panty. Her twisting body was now surrendering to all of it. Grabbing her panty over her hips, I suddenly tore it with all my might. She screamed! Almost half of her panty was torn. I sat on my knees, rolled her over and tore the remaining half. Making a ball of the torn panty, I smelled it. In a flick, I took my rod out. The Battle of Anchialus was a bloody one, and she revelled in the brutality of it all. Bodies littered Katasyrtai, and dried blood caked her legs still. The waft of carrion reached her nose and sent quivers along each twisted nerve fibre. It was no wonder the Celts called her Mor-Rioghain. The terror queen who observed the slaughter, the crow which circled the battle. A smile quavered over her lips. She was more than a mere raven goddess though; she was the thrill of letting blood itself.. She was standing there before me in her white bra and matching conservative cotton panties. She was obviously still going through puberty. She was skinny without much in the way of hips, but her breasts had already developed to a nice size. I had her turn around with her back to me, I unclasped the two troublesome hooks on her bra and pulled the straps down and let it fall to the floor. She instinctively crossed her arms across her chest. I got on my knees behind her and gently pulled her. I helped him unpack and after a few minutes we were done. I really had to take a piss so I went to the bathroom down the hall. On my way back I ran into Steve and I told him about Connor moving in. “Do you know why he had to move in, Alex?” He asked me. “Yeah, Mr. Barlow told me that Ben and Connor got in a fight over a girl.” I said. “Not exactly” said Steve, “Umm, how do I say this…Ben and Connor were…gay…for each other.” My stomach dropped to my feet and all I could say was “WHAT?!?”.