All they do is play sports and computer games. They've nevereven googled their own names, and they don't read historical novels andcomic books like yo... do; so they don't know that knights in the days ofdungeons and dragons had haircuts that looked just like your bob. Bob -that's a guy's name, right? It's a dude's name, nothing sissy about it.Well, from now on your bobbed hair will make you look like a knight ofthe Round Table. I dub thee Sir Bob.Blair asked: "Is it true? Does my hair make. She'd left a message that I shouldn't worry, she was all right, but she had to stay there for a while, to get the allegations "properly sorted out", and she had "some business with them." She warned me not to get the home authorities involved or try to have her checked on, as it might anger the authorities she was detained by, and would cause nothing but trouble for us.I relaxed a bit after that. At least they weren't torturing her, and had allowed her a phone call. I didn't know much about. I moved forward closer to him, we stared at each other then I made my move.Moving closer I slipped my right arm around his waist simultaneously slipping my left arm around his neck I kissed him. Just a peck and then another, another then his arms engulfed my neck and our tongues were darting in each other’s mouths. A few minutes went by and I said “You a virgin Sean” he replied “No”, we carried on kissing.I moved my hands round to feel his bum, then lifted up his T shirt and ran them up his. “Free it. Let me see the real you.”Her tongue licked up my cheek, so hot and rough. Whiskers brushed my face. My dick throbbed in her hand. This damned rakshasa thought she could control me. Thought I wanted to be hers. To unleash my rage.A snarl escaped my lips.“Yes,” she hissed. “Free it.”My arm, wrapped about the slumbering Faoril, lunged, jostling my lover. She groaned as I seized Thyrna’s furred neck. Her pussy humped wet against my thigh. Her eyes blazed. She had wanted this. I squeezed.