She also wears a red cape, shoulderplates, bracers beneath metal wrist-guards, and a raven ribbon cutely tied through her back-length hair. At least, ...he assumes so. In her mind, she's the greatest, and nobody will ever be greater.There are plenty that adore her, especially the men that lose themselves in her bright yellow eyes, the cleavage of her tightly bound C-cup breasts, or when a miraculous breeze wafts in, showing her shining cheeks covered only by a thin pair of white undergarments.. "Who's Lily? Lily Cameron?!!!"He just nodded in embarrassment that he was with our friends' daughter. The Camerons stood up for us in our wedding, and though we haven't been that close lately, they would fly off the handle if they found they were together.I couldn't hold back my disappointment, and made a beeline for the bedroom to have a talk with the young slut. When I opened the door, Lily didn't realize it was me right away asking, "Was that her? Was she pissed?"She was sitting barefoot on. The defeated man actually appears to have deflated, shrinking back within himself like a reprimanded child. For perhaps the thirteenth time since the argument started, he ones a hand through his hair as he finds himself overwhelmed by yet another bout of speechlessness. He manages to stutter out a few syllables with obvious effort, "B--But, but Mad," he sighs forcefully, then continues, "How the h---, I mean, seriously, how was I supposed to know who he was?" Quickly returning to that haven of. They still met in the barn nightly. The single lamp casting shadows on the walls from two bodies entwined. Leanna had discovered the depth of sexual release that few women would ever know. She was keen to learn everything she could to please James and he returned the favor by bringing her to new heights with his tongue, lips, fingers, cock -- all to show her how much he loved her. Her natural sensual instincts had been honed with skills rivaling any courtesan. She had learned to dress, and.