A simple heads-up display appeared, with only two icons: a bare head, and the helmet.“It is named: War Master’s Mask.” Kyet’sol announced. “...ormed from two dragon’s scales, it will protect you from any weapon’s blow, save those rewarded by my sisters and I that are specifically made to penetrate armor. Even powers granted by my sisters will find very little conductivity through that helm. It can transform its appearance into anything you put on your head once, from this moment forward, but only. .. of... of what? She remembered the vine as it had coiled its way around her calves and then her thighs but, what had penetrated her had been no twig. The vibrator failed in neither size nor shape, it had both those in good measure, but it wasn't alive, pulsing, throbbing, thrusting.... her hand worked furiously as the memories came flooding back. What she would give to feel that again. Just one taste, just one little taste....Her hand, like the vibrator, couldn't cut the mustard and,. With my hands, I clung onto the table and arched my back as he inserted one finger into me, whilst licking me. It was driving me mad! I played with my breasts as he continued licking me and fingered my nipples, feeling how erect they were. I wanted to come, but tried to hold myself back so I could enjoy what he was doing, if only just for a bit longer. With one of my hands, I moved towards my wet pussy and stroked my clit as David carried on licking me, before he withdrew from me, grabbing the. They also view themselves as sisters.”“Are they really sisters?”“In their minds and hearts, yes, definitely. One is Apache, and the other is a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. As for me, I’m Apache in my face, my blood and my heart. I consider that makes me a full Apache.”“You looked like a Native American, but I couldn’t tell if it was a disguise or your real face.”Hawk tugged briefly on his nose, and said, “Nope, it’s all me.”Sarah laughed at his antics. That was one thing she missed about their.