" Yes... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair- protected loins against him in ...erfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his. As a woman there was no way for her to fight the men she wanted revenge on, she was weaker and they would just use her and kill her the way they had Bryanne. But, with magic, if this worked… she would have her own weapon, much more potent than anything they could dream up, and she could wreak her vengeance upon them. The Summoning wasn’t complicated… it required her blood to draw the symbols, the death of a small animal — and it was easy enough to catch one of the stray chickens, almost. ‘Damn, even Maggie couldn’t shoot like that the first time.’ Keni looked at him and Harley heard the tone of her voice. ‘Maggie didn’t have the need to protect her family like I do either.’ Scooter shook his head. ‘No, no she didn’t.’ Harley walked over to the table and watched as she laid the gun down. Moving behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and felt that she was shaking. ‘You don’t like this do you baby?’ ‘No, but I know why you suggested it, and I agree with you, Kate and I can’t. During her tale, which had been interspersed with numerous bouts of tears, she had moved from one end of the couch to my side ending up with her head and hands on my chest and with my right arm around her shoulder.A bad divorce (as if there's a good one) and a few gold diggers had meant it had been a while since I'd last been with a woman. Jane was tall about 5'8" and very slim. I was trying, and on the whole succeeding, not to view her sexually. The last thing she needed was some old man.