His fingers reaching out to rub my clit. Holding my breath as his fingers finally touch me. My pussy aching to be filled up. Knowing he will drag it o...t as long as he wants. His fingers caressing my clit, not pressing how I like. I moan in disappointment.He whispers in my ear, "take them, off baby girl."His breath tickles my ear, making me giggle. I slowly pull my pants off just how he likes. Wiggling my ass as my pants go down my legs. He gets behind me; his hand smacks my bare ass. I get my. Before I could even react, that templar somehow spread the effect out among his fellows – I was going to have to think about that one more once I was rested – and the trickle of mana was being held by the six of them together.Encouraged, and in response to a smile and nod from Greagoir and a sudden relaxing in the tension I could feel from my husband at my back, I allowed more mana to flow out, turning the trickle to a stream. It was immediately gobbled up by the templars around me, flowing. Robin opened her eyes. "I can't stand," she said in a whisper."What can't you stand?" No, more, please, please, please more -- I just can't stand. My knees." Oh, I see." His tone was playful. Taking her by the hand, he lead her into the bathroom and stripped off her thong. Picking it up from the floor, he presented the thick, sticky glob inside. "Gonna have to wash that, Babydoll." He flung it into the sink. Her fluttered, he had called her 'Babydoll,' like 40s movie star -- where women had. After a few minutes I finally made myself speak. “What was that Matt?” I asked blankly “I said I had a confession to make. I want you Kristen.” He said as he dropped his head “Oh Matt, I don’t know what to say.” I replied honestly. “Don’t say anything. Just go with it.” He whispered into my neck as he began kissing it. He slowly kissed down my neck and back up to my lips where he locked me into a kiss that made my head spin. I couldn’t stop him and I really didn’t want to. I had dreamed.