Close to midnight, Kevin and his entourage came walking down from the house. I used a pair of binoculars to carefully scan him and everyone who was wi...h him. None were magical creatures, but the slightly older woman dressed in a full, Halloween-style, witch’s costume with black skirt, pointy hat, and everything was packing. She had two pistols strapped to her waist, a small one at her ankle and another up between her shoulder blades. There were also at least a half-dozen knives strapped here. I talked to him, explaining my reaction, how I had been so surprised. As I talked to him, explaining myself and expressing how I wasn’t mad at him, the memory of the feelings, the sensations, the pleasure I felt came rushing back to me.My brain was telling me to go into the house and take a shower … maybe a cold shower. My body, though, hugging Harley to me, his strong, furry body pressed against my nakedness, was telling me something entirely different. My body was definitely winning but could. . and beyond. She clung to him, drawing him in as she arched up, trembling, trying to hold back. But he was too much, and she lost it, coming in one wave of heat after another.When she caught her breath he was still hard, still moving. She lay there for a minute, but she had to move, feeling the tension already stealing through her. She ran her hands up his arms, his shoulders, his neck, drawing him down for a fiery kiss. He was moving faster, and she could sense he was getting close. It. I wondered if she had prepared it all herself, or her mother had been involved. I should at least thank them for it, but I felt so small I couldn’t speak. All I could do was sit there, eating, looking at her and wondering when she was going to gently tell me she was giving up on me. At least I hoped it would be gentle. I couldn’t deal with an angry or spiteful Fiona right then.She kept looking at me, waiting for me to talk. I concluded she was trying to be kind, letting me put together a proper.