Finally,it's eyes fell on the last cultist in the room. That grin brought tomind the Cheshire cat, a look of a hunter towards a new plaything."It was...quite unwise of you to attempt your little ritual to drain mypower, mortal." God, it didn't even matter what the voice said, thefirst syllable of that mezzo gave George a pants tent. She could readthe phone book and give a man more pleasure then ought to be legal.The cultist, a dude with a stubbly puberty beard attempting to be agoatee, seemed. I had a sneaking suspicion that their own love life had been rejuvenated now that we were no longer living at home; there was certainly more physical contact between them than there had been when we were teenagers – or perhaps I was more aware of it.“Will all four of you be back tonight?”“Please, Mum. No idea what time, though, with the good weather harvesting is really cracking on. Probably late.”“Oh well, I’ll see you when I see you. You’re almost certainly going to be hungry, so I’ll do you. I mean it. You really made my day. BobHis nervousness about writing to her hadn't prevented him from giving her some information. Probably too much information. Then again, it wasn't against the rules for him to have relationships, on line or otherwise. As long as he didn't compromise himself, or reveal exactly what he did, or who he worked for. He was sure that email would pass muster, if anybody ever looked at it. Plus, there were no real references as to what, exactly, he was thanking her. I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted to feel like he needed me and only I would do.Steve kissed the soft mound of hair between my legs, kissing his way back up my body until he stood and kissed my lips again. I reached and took off his t-shirt, and ran my hands over his chest, his muscled abs and his shoulders. I felt so lucky and turned on to have such a gorgeous, sweet man. He touched my breasts as I touched his chest, we were both touching, admiring. I felt an ache between my legs, felt my clit.