His lips closed around my right nipple, his tongue circled it. A low moan escaped my lips. Sucking at my tit he climbed onto the bed, knelt between my...legs. Without thinking I spread them even wider, tried to push towards him. Feeling him chuckling against my skin I bit my lip again.“Who would have thought”, he murmured. He cupped my other tit with a hand, started to play with it.I felt a sharp twinge of longing in my womb. How would it feel if he finally decided to fuck me? It might hurt. Even. " It took two full days of slow travel to reach the cabin. Ula was now fine and I wasn't in pain as long as I took things easily. I was relieved to get to the cabin without incident and without being watched.We put away our supplies and I lay on the bed. I felt Ula crawl in with me but I was exhausted from the pain and the long walking to reach the cabin. I slept through the night without moving. Ula woke me up in the morning with her mouth sucking my prick. She quickly got me off and I came in. While it was difficult to get false IDs in this day and age of post 9-11, it was not impossible. I had figured out a good way of reusing birth certificates and registering someone as my alternate to give myself a history.When I had a contact in the federal government, it had been much easier. She had retired ten years before, but she had given me several good ideas on how to get around the checks and become real, illegally.I used a charm I knew from long ago. I spoke it in Gaelic, and cast it. Up and down stroking of your leg from your ankle to your knee. I see that there is a surplus of oil on my hands and I have to be very careful not to let it soil the hem of your skirt. At the first opportunity I can take, I rub and wipe the excess oil onto the calf of your other leg. I then start to slide the hem of your skirt up some (so it won’t get oil on it) and you surprise me by reaching down and pulling it up even higher...almost to the lower side of your firm curvy, bottom. Your modesty.