.." It's fish. Friday is fried fish, remember?"She must have been trying to make deep fried sushi from rusted cans of tuna cat food. Mother appeared, ...miling, at the doorway. A frilly dress with pleats and layers covered her from shoulders to ankles. It's pastel green clashed with the living room's deep purple, oriental rug. She stepped over to me quickly and planted a solid peck on my cheek."It's been a long day without the man around the house. But I managed to fill the time. How was your. My heart pounded harder and harder. "Maybe I should go back to sleep. Nothing is going to happen, you loser. Go rub one out and clear your helmet head." "But maybe...what if I hug her...Maybe she is into me?" "What if she's not? That's sex assault right there, you dumbass!" "Maybe I can play it out, apologize and say I was in sleep." For the first time, there was one not-even-so-important thing that I had to decide as quick as possible, with angel and devil fighting in my head. Finally, the. I had to take control of this now before I lost my nut so early in the night. I stood up grabbed her by the arm and lay on the floor telling her it's my turn to eat, she grinned in satisfaction and swung her leg over my head and sitting on my face. I could smell her wetness as she came over me, I could feel my mouth salivating for the treat to come.I licked her smooth pussy up and down before sucking on her clit and flicking my tongue, she moaned softly then leaned down to get another helping. I dug into the pheasant with gusto; it was amazing to have actual food, for once, instead of vague stew-like concoctions with whatever we could scavenge or find along the way. Alistair laughed and teased me about being worse than a new Grey Warden, but only around mouthfuls of his own pheasant.She swung back with drinks a moment later; it turned out Zevran had ordered me a glass of some sort of wine. I didn't normally drink alcohol, but I didn't think I'd get water if I asked for it, and it was.