But the knight was another issue. We lucked out with the other two- one was a very low-level squire and the other wasn’t tough enough to hold his ow... against five mildly seasoned adventurers. Someone with a potential sixty HP and probably better equipment to boot? It would be dangerous, The enchanted crowbill weighed on my mind. Of course, my chances for maximum benefits would be to deliver my meagre dart-based fire support and retreat, and make good my escape if my companions were overcome.. I guess I was wrong there, so who knows?”“It was just chatting. It meant nothing,” I cried.“You forget, I’ve read ALL of your chats. I think you should go to your room before I do something you’ll regret.”“D ... Don’t you mean that we’ll both regret?”“I know what I meant. Just go.”I hesitated just a moment, then made my way to the guestroom.I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. What was I going to do? I loved Sally, I really did, and didn’t want to lose her, but what I had, or was that. The perfect union of strong corded muscles and soft delicate curves.However, after he'd cum, remorse would set in. No, it would stab him. She was his daughter. His precious angel. He was supposed to protect her, not dream about fucking her. His wife was probably begging God to spear him with a lightning bolt and turn him into a pile of ash.He needed to get back in the game. He knew he could get a date. Plenty of women found him attractive. He was in his late 30's, tall and muscular and his job. His cock was growing and his breathing deepening as his fingers dabbled her swollen pussy lips. Cindy closed her eyes, taking a lungful of his expensive aftershave. Their lips met in the heat of passion, his cock pounding and her pussy melting. He slipped her panties completely off, catching them briefly on the tip of her shoes. She lay back, resting her head on the marble and opened her legs. Sir Bono took a deep breath, his lungs full of the Georgia night air and the scent of her pudenda. His.