This was actually the most we had spoken in her few weeks at the company.Then I noticed that her nipples were poking through her black knit top. She w...s turned on!I mentally kicked myself. Fuck, not again! I hadn’t showered that morning. I still had Demie’s orgasmic juices on my cock, and Kestrel had smelled them when she got close. That scent turned women into wanton fuckbunnies, and this cute university student was no exception.I couldn’t let this happen again, not after what happened with. Her room reeked of sex. It had beenwonderful. And he'd been able to protect himself too. Willa probably wouldn'tcare about the changes or maybe she'd just assume he would change eventually.That was his ticket out. Or ..."You were great Charlie." No one calls me Charlie." I do. And maybe some others will too. I hope not though. Mmmm. I'm stillglowing aren't I?" Yep." Good. I hope I'm beautiful." Yep." You know just how to tickle me the right way, don't you?" Yep." I'm so sorry." For what?". We chatted while I ate, and continued while we sipped our coffee. I could tell Molly was excited about the idea of helping me with my office. The prospect of actually going into a saloon also intrigued her. Molly’s older husband had been very conservative, and as a proper Victorian-Era wife, Molly had never seen the inside of a saloon.We left Molly’s boarding house, and I proudly let her take my arm as we walked over to the Bull. Molly was wearing a very nice simple dress, unadorned, without. Her nakedness twitched and pulled, her rose yearned, stretched, worked to keep him deep, so deep inside her. He felt her lithe body flex and shudder. Her felt her womanhood contract around him, eager, full of need. His member responded immediately and he throbbed softly, swelling in her depths, causing her to double over and give a long, pained moan. The mouth of her womb caressed him lovingly. His potency gathered in his loins. A sun, hotter than the last collected at his centre and made its.