With a vocal command, the gryphon lurched from the air and rushed back to the keep, accommodating the weight easily. The screams and shouts and clangs...of metal faded away as they flew. They landed in the courtyard of the Keep. Medics rushed to the man and took him off. Kara returned to the fight, but there was not much left for her to do. Any remaining undead sank into the bloody ground, back to whatever hell they lived in. Many were dead. Some were faces Kara recognized. The two twin medics. My wife jumped in with him and they immediately began talking. During this time I noticed why she picked this guy. He was nearly 20 years her senior ( she is 27) and was very redneck. He had a blond mustache and a large beer gut. He wore a camoflage pants and jacket with a t-shirt. We got to talking and I asked him if he was clean and he seemed genuine. My wife was tickled as he started to kiss her. First it was her neck then her breasts. Her robe was already off at this point and I saw her. He turned to Maggie.“OK, lady marine biologist, so tell me this: why the hell are they still here?“She looked at him blankly. He sighed in annoyance.“Figure it out,” he said with exaggerated patience. “The new fishy got in last night, right?” She nodded; she’d long since given up correcting him when he called Toby a fish. “I don’t think it came in through the lobby, right?”“Morris—”“So it came in someplace where dolphins can go. There’s a way in, usually the same way goes out, too. How come. As my pleasure approached she stopped and stepped back. She stood astride my hands and lifted her skirt, exposing red satin panties trimmed with black lace. She positioned herself so that I could grope her smooth pert buttocks. As I continued to grope she bent forward and kissed me more. She proceeded to walk forwards until her arse was over my face. She encouraged me to kiss her buttocks through the panties whilst she took my dick in her mouth, sliding up and down my pole, her hot mouth.