Slowly she pushed herself upright and let go of me. She muttered an almost inaudible, “Wow.” It was all she could manage. I wasn’t in much bette... shape, breathless and seeing the world through a kind of haze. One thing I knew … I was totally done. There would be no more action from me tonight. There have been nights in the past where I have managed to cum twice or even three times, but I knew this was not going to be one of those. I straightened up to ease my back. My lower legs were beginning. Her curly black hair was currently secured with a simple black elastic hair tie; had it not been, he would have been able to see it reach her upper back from under the hood. Her knew her fears, both those she had told him and those she held back. He knew how fiercely she wanted to avoid feeling the stabbing pains of isolation and betrayal, and how gut-wrenchingly awful it would feel when her desperate attempts to cling to companionship and external emotional validation ultimately failed. And. Carl was standing next to Dr. Henry, thoroughly mesmerized by the erotic sight. Damn, he whispered under his breath, but loud enough the Doctor could hear. She is some kinda woman. Dr. Henry reached over and picked up a bottle of massage oil he had left on the nearby night stand. Handing the bottle to Carl, he said, That she is, and its your turn now. Carl understood immediately and his face lit up with a huge smile. I always did like the back door, he said as he opened the bottle and began to. Her milky white freckled skin was usually hidden underneath thick plate, with an armoured skirt to improve mobility. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a.