She was going to hyperventilate. Behind her, he saw two of his men shooting arrows into the soldiers. Looking back at Regan, he realized why she was b...owing so hard at her feet. Alex had dropped the torch on the kindling of the pyre. It was quickly engulfing the dried wood at her feet. ‘Regan!’ Her eyes darted up to his and they had a perfect moment of understanding. She was not going to die, and if she did, he’d die trying to save her. Regan quit blowing on the wood at her feet and began to. There, before me, stood a true goddess. She had large sparkling blue eyes, auburn hair flowing past her shoulders and milky white skin. She was even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Yet, this goddess had been desecrated. Her milky white skin only served to accentuate the fading bruise marks left by her heathen husband. I was momentarily lost in a swirling sea of emotions. I was feeling great love, lust, and sympathy for her and hatred toward the barbarian who had treated her so badly. . I dropped her on the bed and want her. She stopped me and told that I could continue If I promised that I would never leave her alone and will be always with her. I promised her and kissed her forehead. I reached for her breasts and kneaded them. They were so soft and smooth. I kiss her breasts over her bra and licked them. I went for her cleavage and planted several kisses there. I then unhooked her bra and was overtaken by her beautiful breasts. They were big and round. I held them in my. Comments welcome, send to: [email protected] and Carol and Gemma and - Alice? - by Bethany JacquesI sat there, in the kitchen, suddenly very nervous again. The previous half-hour had started out nerve-racking enough but I had settled, more quickly than I had imagined. Carol hadn't laughed, she had been kind, and interested, and considerate, and she had listened and asked intelligent questions. But then we had heard the car pull up outside and I had dashed upstairs to change - or just to.