"Mordred!"Billie said sharply. "We need to go there Mother."Lisa felt a sharp pain in the side of her head. She closed her eyes andgently rubbed her t...mples with her fingertips. The vision formed andshe saw what form the next day would take. "No, not yet Billie. Thetime is not yet right." Lisa said as the vision faded."You felt it too Mother?" Billie asked with as she observed thetrembling in her mother's hands."Lets go and sit in the park and talk. I need to tell you something andthis is not. You lean forward to kiss me, running your tongue over my lips and then between them. Meanwhile you are pressing the smooth material of you panties onto my hard cock. I'm growing hotter just waiting to feel you sliding up and down my pole. You tease me over and over by dipping your butt down just enough to lightly glide over my cock.I finally can't take it anymore and you settle onto my lap. You throw the old panties aside, and arrange my hard cock in the pocket. The material was designed to. It's the final paradox I've hadto face: the knowledge that everyone I know and love is - at some level- a total stranger. Frances Woodrow isn't my Mother, Constance Radcliffisn't my best friend, and Leisa Newtown isn't my Aunt Lizzie.The doubts and fears usually creep in around ten PM, after the day'swork is finished and I'm getting ready for bed. I often look out the baywindow into the night sky, winding down at the end of a long evening,when my mind is free to wander where it will. Almost. ’ I looked to the men, their determination unwavering, but their grimness was replaced by smiles. ‘What say you?’ I addressed them with spirit in my voice. ‘Shall we burn down the Wolf’s toys, and see if we cannot weed him out in the process?’ It was good to hear their loud approval. ‘You cannot lead them now, my King!’ Boris shouted. ‘It is my duty.’ ‘Fire!’ was shouted loudly from the gatehouse. All eyes turned to the voice, though the darkness hid the man. I ran toward the warning with my.