It crashed onto the arena, the glass shards twinkling in the setting sunlight. “Have you ever had insomnia, Certiok?” “No.” “Arbor gave me a...tincture for it before I left for the Tundra, but the supply ran out. I’ll be exhausted when my head hits the pillow, but then my thoughts start waking up. I asked Zander one night to put me under with a spell. It was a mistake. My thoughts don’t sleep if I do, but trapped in my own mind, I’m a slave to them. They didn’t used to be so… cruel.” She snorted. He recollected Ingrid's dismay at his 'infidelity' and laughed to himself thinking at how inconsequential his behaviour would have been seen by- his wives back in Africa. Was it because Ingrid was holding his cock in the Chapel and felt it swell to full hard erection as he kissed Clarissa? Well, he smiled, that was probably the reason these Western women were such a puzzle!As he drained his coffee cup he decided he must find something for the 21-year-old Swedish girl to do with her time other. My poor cock was strained to its limit as I would almost cum sometimes just from her hands slipping to deep into the creases behind my groin, or her body and breasts would lightly caress my skin. Maybe she wanted more during these times but our relationship was like we were family and I knew my feelings for her were taboo.She would dress in amazing sheer nightgowns in which I could see the bumps of Beverly tummy and thighs swollen under her slim waist and banana-shaped hand full-sized breast.. "Turn around love" I repeated. She did as she was told face away from me. "Take your socks off" I asked. She bent down to take her socks off. She already dutifully had her shoes off when she came into the bathroom. God she looked so sexy. She was in a sexy black low cut top and a black skirt. When she bent over, I just wanted to reach out and take her right there and then. Still bent over she turned her head back to me playfully her hair hanging down and said with a naughty smile "Ok, now.