He had no intention of seeing the healers and would have to make a huge fuss to procure himself another bedroll and tent in the middle of the night, w...ich he would never do.He had gone only a few paces when he realised that there were footsteps following him. He spun, hand on the dagger sheathed at his waist, suddenly very anxious about a second attempt – but it was just Leliana, her red hair hidden in a deep hood, a sympathetic smile just visible in the dim light. She stepped towards him,. He kept penetrating me as he caressed my clit and I thought I was inheaven and kept moaning.He was so expert at caressing my rosebud and clit."Joanne you are so beautiful as you enjoy my caresses, I love giving youthat pleasure My Darling!" Oh My Darling is it so wonderful to feel you caress my clit andpenetrate my rosebud, give me more My Darling?" Oh My Darling Joanne you want more fingers in you?" No My Darling I want more than fingers in my pussy-ass!" Joanne Darling tell me what you want. And Becky. And any sex you or mom might or might not have had before you and mom married.”“She told you, didn’t she?”“Yes.”He took a deep breath and let it out, “So now you think I’m a hypocrite.”Which told me that he and Mom HAD gone to bed together before they married, but after they were engaged. It wasn’t an issue in my book, either way, but it did give me more insight into my dad’s thinking.“No,” I said gently. “I think you’re human. Just as I am. And just as Mom is. Remember, ‘sin’ is. She had tits, but just, she was thin, not a skeleton but certainly not the plump and cuddling women that he loved. She also wasn't dressed as a cyclists and her bike was one of the very early 'woman's bike' that existed decades ago. The only upmarket accessory that she had was a helmet. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt, not the type of dress cyclists now wore. "I'll help you with that", he said as the bike had to be lifted onto the bicycle hook. She gave a grunt and sat down opposite him..