”“I did what anyone would have done,” Yren argued.“Keep lying to yourself,” Bena snorted. “I can think of plenty of people who would not h...ve thrown themselves in front of a fireball. Not for her. Not for anyone.“But protecting her is only part of it,” Bena continued hurriedly to keep him from interrupting. “Being the Princess’ champion also means she’ll look to you to counsel her. To stand up to her and tell her when she’s making a mistake.”“How in chaos am I supposed to do that?” Yren asked. She was drop dead gorgeous - well tonight she was anyway. Somehow she had been able to down play her extremely good looks on the previous Pageant nights by the way she wore her hair and the slightly loose and ill fitting clothes she dressed in. Tonight, however, everything was perfect if not better. Her original outfit at the start of the show had been a very short, suede leather skirt with matching knee-high boots and a skinny rib, skin-tight, polo neck sweater for a top. She also had no bra. I wanted our first love-making to be a drawn-out discovery of each other and not as rushed and tempest-tossed as Helen’s first kisses. After all, we had a whole day.Helen did indeed twist and squirm against me, and when our lips met, her mouth was as rapacious as I remembered. I turned away from her greedy, already all-demanding mouth and began to kiss her neck, her throat, her eyes, briefly brushing over her lips and, finally, her ear. I whispered into it my wishes, telling her how beautiful. " He gave her a lewd smile. "Said you just sucked him off and ran."Tiffany laughed. "Not today, though," she purred.With his prick aching in his pants, Larry settled back, ready to enjoy whatever the hot-blooded housewife had in mind.Burning with jealousy and revenge, Tiffany reached back and unzipped her dress. The dress fell from her upper body. Large ripe creamy tits came into view."Jesus!" Larry muttered, his eyes popping. He gazed hotly at Tiffany's magnificent tits. A lump clogged his.