She told me to suck on it very lightly. I nibbled on it for a few seconds and then did what she told me to do. She started moaning and bucking her hip... and told me she was almost there. I stopped and looked up at her. She grabbed my head and pushed it back down. She was making me tounge fuck her pussy. After a few more licks, she moaned out, "I'm cumming!" and I felt this warm wettness spray on my mouth. She squirted three or four more times before she stopped bucking her hips. I got up and. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At just sixteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth. If there is anything measurably sexier than a cute young schoolgirl first thing in the morning winging her way to the bathroom just moments after she’s woken up, I can’t immediately. Properly donned – if there can be such a thing with this dress – it is several sizes too small to comfortably contain my swelling 28C breasts and the hem line covers my panties by a scant few inches – if I’m wearing panties, that is – which tradition also dictates that I must not. On this occasion I was indeed sans panties yet again, with the dress – improperly donned, some might say - unbuttoned to my midriff and the hemline hiked up to my twenty-inch waist. That’s not to suggest I was. Serisia would wait for me. And for Faoril.The mage reigned her horse beside me, her red robes draping her body. She sat her horse far better today than when we first met over two weeks ago. She had grown stronger and lovelier in the wilderness.Her hand rested on my shoulder and gave me a comforting squeeze. I nodded to her. I had a new place at Faoril's side. For today, that meant Angela's Quest, but it wouldn't last forever. I would go with Faoril where she went and we would make a home.