Aber Tarek wollte sie nicht verletzen. Mit einem gekonnten Schnitt öffnete er die Nähte im Schritt von Isabelles Hose. Mit beiden Händen riss er de... Stoff auseinander und zerriss dabei auch gleich ihren dünnen Tanga. So lang ihre Muschi jetzt nackt vor uns."Ist noch etwas trocken die kleine Stute, so ist die noch nicht fickbar." Meinte Tarek."Ey, Du Lauch, mach Dich auch mal nützlich." Sprach mich Tarek an. Er packte mich an der Schulter und schob mich zwischen Isabelles Beine. "Ihr Deutschen. You can't trust what you're seeing, even in your dream she has some control unless you take it away from her, and this is her own dream, so she has even more." He paused for moment, "Jimmy, whatever you do, don't take that control away from her." Why not? I know what he's doing. I've seen it before."Shannon's turn again, "That doesn't mean you need to see it again. Part of it is vanity on her part. She just doesn't want to be seen like that. The other part," she glanced at Bob, "she's afraid. " I mused, swinging the trident around and trying to get the feel of it as a weapon. There was little doubt that this was what it was best used for. I could feel the darkness within... the tie to hate and rage. Or perhaps not really within the trident... but it acted as a focus for them.On a sudden impulse, I swung the trident around and released the violent energies that I'd felt from it. There was a flash of searing flame from the head of the trident, mixed with the darkest shadows. It shot. He sensed it too. Neither of us spoke for fear of ending all too soon this moment between us. He was hard in me, his mouth danced across my nipples and I buried my nose in his hair. (He needed a haircut. Okay, so some of the mom was there, what can I say?) I took in his scent. He was my young, my lover, my deepest love. Breathing in his scent seemed to be the air I needed to live just at that second. Again he moved inside of me. We were rocking now, back and forth, his shaft moving ever so.