Their ‘dates’ were playdates in the purest sense of the word. Neither the Gordons nor we ever worried that Hannah and Brian might misbehave. It si...ply wasn’t in the cards. And we’d had plenty of opportunity to play cards together and with Dennis and Abby Hopkins. Our children were a major topic of conversation.But as I looked out at all the kids in Crystal Lake on Labor Day, I was filled with the sudden awareness and ... dread ... that we were no longer dealing with children. We were dealing. " She puffed up with importance.Chuckle."Very well, acolyte. I'll go and see your mistress; would you go to the inn and tell Orlanth to wait for me there?" Yes, Milord, I'll tell him." Thank you." I turned and walked to the temple. I wasn't sure what this was about, but I didn't feel in danger. That isn't to say that I wasn't going to be on guard. I slowed my pace a touch and tried to extend my perceptions. I could feel the eyes of the town on me, they weren't exactly hostile, but neither were. She found she was feeling a little ill on the journey and put it down to bad food, as it didn’t last long. She had been told that if she travelled dressed as a bereaving widow, no one would bother her sexually or question why she was travelling alone. After she and Reggie had gone their separate ways, she felt like a bereaving widow, so dressing like one had not been hard.In some ways, it helped her accept that the relationship was over. She did miss the sex. However, she knew that she wouldn’t. She wanted to tell them both to stop, but her body betrayed her and so did her words. She secretly enjoyed it, she loved being forced to suck cock and eat pussy as it was the ultimate submission, and she thought back to her father again. "Fuck my dad, I don't care, just fuck me Jake!" she screamed once again. Jake wasn't surprised; he saw that she enjoyed it in the morning and knew that she could become a whore for him and his mates to use. He took his pants off and lined himself up, slamming.