She wore black leggings and walked in white crystal shoes. Her black shawl, lifted over her hair, shadowed her face. She scrutinized me with icy blue ...yes.“He’s asleep,” she announced.“You sound uncertain.” Faye was surprised. “He’s only a mortal.”“He’s practically a king for the riches you’ve foolishly heaped upon his lap! Earth, fire, and gold. The air stinks of sex.”“I find it a quite charming aroma.” Faye took a deep breath. The girls forced themselves tighter to me. I could feel Alex. My mind floated back to the different relationships I had over these many years. None of them compared to this in any way,It seemed that Molly had this way of drawing something out of me that I didn’t know existed in my mind. I had no thought about male or female, I only had a thought of how she had brought me to a mind blowing orgasm and how I had brought her along as well.I jerked as I felt her hand on me, I was so deep in thought I had not heard her beside the bed. She had a warm wash cloth. From this position she couldn't lift herself up high enough for my dick to come out, so she did it as fast as possible, the tight hot softness of the inside of her ass sliding firmly over it.She couldn't keep this up long though, so she lay back with her head over my shoulder and we kissed on the lips while she rested for a few seconds. Then I withdrew from her and moved out from underneath. I positioned her head on the pillow, and then lifted her knees up to her chest, spread out as much as. Now where did that amusing but pleasurable thought come from? I had met her once, well most likely saved her life – did save her life, and she had kissed me, but that was probably simple gratitude. Although that kiss was more than a token. What did I know about her? She was maybe thirty, beautiful and petite – quite a departure from my usual preference for tall and leggy women, didn't weigh much ... I smiled as I thought about carrying her around the Concordia. She was at least bi-lingual and.