So I lifted off the covers from her and slowly pulled down her little pink cotton panties. The entire time I was scared to death of getting caught, I ...new it was wrong, but it wasn’t like I was going to hurt her, just look. With her panties down I saw the tiny bald mound between her legs and not much else, I slowly spread her legs. There before me was the tiny slit, and I mean just a slit with a little lip protruding out. I couldn’t resist and had to touch it, I slowly opened her slit up, there. If she lifted me up, I could reach the first branch and climb to the other easily."I'm Urania, by the way." And I'm mad you stole my toga," I said."That's a very long name," she laughed. It proved infectious and I was forced to give up my stern look and join her."I'm Helena." Pleased to meet you Lady Helena," she said, and kissed my hand. I blushed. She was obviously the lady and I was just a poor farm girl. "Here, let me help you in the tree."She moved over to the tree, and made a swing out of. She took me into her bedroom and jumped into the shower. When she returned to the room, she wore only an oversized white t-shirt. I was sitting on the couch, naked. My stiff cock stood straight up and pointed at the ceiling, alert. She jumped onto the bed and straddled me. At thirty-seven, she had slept with her fair share of men, and she knew exactly what she wanted. Their tongues intertwined and I took off her t-shirt. Now, we both were bare fleshed, sweating, dry humping on a still-made bed.. With practiced precision, Roland loosed the quarrel into the man’s shoulder from twenty paces and closed fast with his sabre. The guard pitched sideways but surprisingly didn’t tumble, instead drawing a two-handed broadsword and, leaping down from the carriage, attempting to engage the thief with one good arm. ‘Don’t make this mistake, laddy!’ Roland taunted, closing lightning fast, whirling his sabre in a dizzying dance. As he reached striking distance, he began a lunge that he expertly halted.