He had compassion in his blue eyes. His thumb swept across my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn't realized I shed. I felt them now, building in my ey...s. Twenty-three years away. Cernere's black cunt, it had been so long. I felt so whole here. The emptiness that had gnawed at me filled for a few moments.But I couldn't stay. I was banished by Queen Sidhe herself. I shouldn't even be here. If I was caught, it would be bad. Execution bad. But I had a chance to pay that bastard Duke Gallchobhar. And smooched again. At this time my hands moved toward her boobs holding right melon. Her breath was little high. I started massaging that. Later i saw her eyes which was closed all these time and asked in low voice to remove her top .. She smiled and raised her hands. The was a pink bra holding those melons i touched the cleavage and massaged the melon upon that. Then i removed her bra to see the huge white milkish boobs with small pink tits. I couldn’t wait and took it in my mouth and sucked. His scent, his nearness, his touch. I grab my glass from him, my fingers grazing his. My fingertips feel like they are on fire. I take a gulp of wine feeling intoxicated, but not from the wine. Amy steps out followed by a very nice looking guy, I guess you could say gorgeous, but I only had eyes for Rob. She introduces her new co-worker, Miles. He hands Rob a bottle of wine and Amy and myself a bouquet of flowers. I look him over. He looks familiar, but I am not sure where I have seen him. Don't get me wrong I have ridden on motorbikes, just never been caught on one, and never dated the driver. The freedom I felt on the back of those bikes I just couldn't believe it. Or maybe it was the stigma put on bikers being rebels or outlaws. Maybe I was attracted to the bad boys. I don't know but what ever the reason that yearning followed me through my teens into adulthood. I am a happily married woman when I had a chance encounter with that biker I have alway dreamed of. .