"Emma, Bonnie, come on in," wheezes Merlin, waving a tankard, "this is an old friend of mine."I'm immediately suspicious, old friends of Merlin probab...y don't turn up at random."How old?" I ask, possibly a bit too coldly."She's good this one." The Onlooker speaks slowly, not bothering to hide a patronising tone. "Well, my father was the court jester for King Vortigen, that's how old." Who?" Typical, they know nothing of their history." He snorts."King Vortigen ruled England before Arthur's. Over the next few weeks I learnt so much he told me about a girls body, the clitoris , periods and filling in the gaps which the biology classes had skipped,My addiction to girls knickers grew mark had let me keep his sister's knickers which I kept hidden away in my room but masturbated nearly every night with them over my faceThen one day Mark told me he was going to shag Linda at the old shed at the back of the allotments, we had used it in the past for smoking and wanking each other It was. One soldier cursed, landing on his back in a crumple of metal.Then the hound attacking me lounged again, blood matting the fur on the side of his face. His claws scratched below my breasts, saliva dripping. My hands hands grabbed at his furry neck, loose skin sliding over strong muscles as it snapped jaws shut an inch from my nose. I hissed, tail twitching. My legs curled, planted on his belly, thrust.The dog snarled, tumbling off my body. The pair of us scrambled to our feet, brush rustling. I. Sandy went to her closet and pulled out a nearly transparent yellow nightgown that opened in the front and secured with only one tie right above her breasts. She felt it provided just that little hint of mysterious to what she did have on to add extra excitement when Tom came into her bedroom. As Sandy sat on the side of the bed waiting for Tom to climb the steps and join her, she reached up and began squeezing and caressing her sensitive breasts through the thin cups of the bra she had on.Tom.