At the edge of his short sword he forced the reason for this out of her.She had been living in the land of the Celts for more than a thousandyears tho...gh the use of the cloak he had thrown off.She told him that once every 45 years on the night of the second fullmoon of Winter the Cloak awoke and drew out the mind and soul of theperson who had possessed the cloak for the proceeding years, that bodythen dropped dead, but did not die. Because instead the Cloak took thatsoul and placed in the body. There was no reason to hurry, she would be out for hours, yet there would also be no need to endlessly stall. He supported her sleepy body as he stripped the leotard of her skin and then he just admired her. The body he’d seen countless times already, yet it was different now, it was asleep now, it was his now. He just soaked everything in, her cute little face. When she was awake and it was obvious she was determined and confident gymnast, but now, those rosy cheeks, her lips slightly. . technically ... it had been breaking his promise only the first time it had happened. And that had been an accident.It was no accident that he moved to lie on top of her now though, or that her hand came to guide the tip of his prick to her opening.Even in the water her body was producing enough lubrication that he could get it inside her. Her legs pulled up, spread wide as there was some friction. He had to work it into her slowly, which was exactly what she needed ... the feel of slowly. Mary listened in to what John Henderson had to say about his son to the person known as the Inquisitor, at first she was annoyed that he was at the base in his condition, when she found out that Sir Timothy had practically authorised the assault she turned on him."You are a complete bastard! Why did you allow it?" She accused him."Are you saying he didn't deserve it? How do you think the Association would act if they did get him? Would he even be able to talk?" Sir Timothy countered, "I didn't.