She may never even qualify for a final trial and may become a laywarrior serving in one of our mission forts. Do you want this to be her final thought...of you? Too proud for your dearest friend?"The War Mother releases her grip on your hands and steps away."She is in her cell again, moping. Go and see her before the feast. Get her to join us in your final celebration."You sigh and nod your agreement to the War Mother. You return with her to the abbey, its marble halls echoing with soft voices. The skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it away as her hand went to the buttons on his shirt, quickly undoing it and almost ripping it off him to reveal the mat of reddish hair on his chest. He was slim and was carrying no excess fat as she ran her hand through the hair on his chest before gently squeezing his nipples as well. She was now stood there in her knickers/stockings and suspender belt as his hand dropped to her knickers feeling her pubic area through her satin knickers, he knew. " "Lisa is coming over early?"Fuck!" she slips out. " What was that Sarah!" " Oh nothing,mom." Then there was a knock at the door. It was Lisa, all geared up for cheerleading that afternoon.Sarah wasn't a bit pleased because she had wanted to get some more of the old hermits tongue and cock. "Hey cuz , so where are you going with those cookies?" " Uh... to the old mans house on the corner." "That creepy old man that hardly ever comes out of his freaking house!" "Hey he helped me out yesterday.". He came back telling that nobody had any idea about their clothes.Kavitha asked, “Now what will we do?”Ravi replied, “Have you not taken any other clothes with you?” to which everyone said no.“Now that everybody has seen you naked, no one will be concerned about it. We can get to the farmhouse and you can come naked.”My mom said, “But my son is sleeping in the Van and I don’t want him to see me in this condition.”“Ok, then I will give you my shirt and you can wear it” and he removed his shirt.