My hair was tousled, my dress wrinkled from hours on the cold stone floor, but I was too sleepy to care, and it was early enough that I might not run ...nto anyone, anyway. I crept into the kitchen, loading up a tray with bread, cheese, and dried fruit, tossing a couple of strips of jerky on top for Alistair. I giggled as I remembered him declaring, at supper the night before, that he wanted 'meat with every meal'. Zevran made a smart comment about offering him some meat, and everyone howled as. My glasses give me a school-girl/bookworm/librarian look that drives both men and women nuts. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve used it to get what I want at times. Depending on my mood I can go out as a guy or a girl and most people don’t give me a second look. Tonight though I needed to be taken. Bent over something and fucked hard. I love being the aggressor sometimes; especially with women. But not tonight. I wanted to feel feminine. Delicate. I just hoped he wouldn’t freak at the moment of. "You drank some of the potion," he said. "What if it had done to youwhat it did to me?" Relax," Jane replied dreamily as she hefted a breast in each hand, "Itonly went wrong with you because you splashed yourself with it ratherthan drinking it." She gently tweaked one of her nipples and shuddered."I think I'm a lot more sensitive than before."All thoughts of their situation fled from Tom's mind and he leaned overand sucked one of his wife's engorged nipples into his mouth At last shehad the. I could see her in the rear view mirror hitching her skirt up and wiping herself around her pussy. I was still unable to see whether it was shaven or not as there was insufficient lighting. Once she was finished she passed me the towel and asked ‘Does that smell nice’? I took it from her and noticed that it was quite damp. Considering how much I had on my fingers when I took them out of her and how damp the towel was, I guessed she must have had quite a good orgasm from my finger fucking. I.