Reaching over with my other hand, I pressed my middle finger one knuckle deep into her ass. This was virgin territory, and something we’d never expl...red before. But a groan escaped her mouth past my balls as she released them. She adjusted herself slightly and with her tongue, began to tease my asshole as well. I admit, at first I was a bit freaked out by the situation. But that feeling immediately gave way to the muscle melting pleasure that ripped through my entire body. I pressed my finger. Since being widowed, Janet had lived in the small house across the street from Angela's apartment complex, alone with her son Mike. Mike was Tony's age, though the boys didn't socialize much at school, and Janet was also very sexy for her age, with long brown hair and an extremely voluptuous, big-titted figure.Three or four afternoons a week, the two women got together and they usually talked about sex. Janet complained a lot about strange men making passes at her, squeezing a succulent ass. They found nothing wrong with him, of course. There were no bumps on his head, or bruises. His gear was examined, but there was nothing remarkable about it. His harness, which would have been dangling severed shroud lines that would have raised all kinds of other questions, was missing, the only thing the elves seemed to have kept when they magicked him out of the pole.He put a hand to his head when he thought about that. There was no North Pole. He really had landed bad, and he really had. I expected to hear the howl of wolves, which was the first sign of a Voguel attack, but there was none. I stretched out as far as my senses could go but could not detect any sign of Voguel. There was no sign of something or anything approaching the town from the forest. There were no screams of terror or barking of orders, only silence as we waited.We patrolled the town, waiting on edge for some sign of attack, but there was none. All night there was no attack by packs of wolves, nor was there.