Didn’t we.”There was no dissent. “Now we have to decide whether that was a one-off or whether we want more. For my part, I do. But I think you t...o - Tim especially - need to consider for a day or two. Not only if you want to continue, but if you do, you have to decide whether there are going to be certain limits.”“I know what you mean,” said Moira. “But it was too good, too special. If Tim wants, I certainly do. Because that was only the beginning really, wasn’t it?”“Yes. it was. But Tim is. Our first night together – the night we met – hadn’t gone entirely to plan. She’d invited me back to her room, but unfortunately, I’d drunk too much alcohol and wasn’t able to perform as Naval tradition required. Lorraine had laughed it off, though, and instead, I had introduced her to the delights of cunnilingus – a first time for her, surprisingly, which more than satisfied her drunken ardour!Despite that slightly rocky start, we had started going out. She was now a guest at my parents’ house. " Marcella smiled."Old habits..." Belinda wiped her cheek again.My cock had gone a little soft during the conversation, although Marcella hadn't once taken her hand from it. She finally began to move it up and down coaxing me back to life. "Now, he can be your boyfriend..." she whispered, making a show of the work her hand was doing. Then she slid her other hand further up Belinda's thigh and rested her fingertips over Belinda's clit outside of her panties. "...And I can be your. A princess! And I’m no-one. Quite literally. When she and Chrom found me, I couldn’t even remember my own name. And yet from that first day, we’ve been inseparable. Companions on the road, allies in battle, partners in crime. And my feelings have grown more and more each day, with no hope or expectation of reciprocation... until that moment under the trees.“Are you sure you’re okay?” Lissa asked, touching me on the shoulder and causing my heart to quicken its pace again. “I’ll stay with you a.