Putting his hands on his hips he surveyed the land. He knew the infidels had gone this way, but where they had gone in the woods… He couldn’t figu...e that out. ‘Your keep is only a two day ride from here, Cien,’ Liam said as he approached. Cien nodded but didn’t say anything for a long minute. ‘The MacPhearsons keep isn’t far from here.’ Liam nodded. ‘But Keith MacPhearson has an alliance with me. He would not help Alex.’ Cien spoke as he thought. Liam regarded him from his left. ‘Are you so. I paused for a while and all I could hear was the monotonous drone of the TV. So with creak that made me wince I staggered forward to get a better look. There were empty plates, empty tins and bottles of beer all over the floor. But they were nowhere to be seen.I watched a bit longer wandering what do but they solved my quandary. I saw two pair of feet dangling over the edge of the sofa. She was on top of him, still both fully dressed cuddling and kissing passionately.A few more frustrating. For reasons I didn’t understand, that was another pleasant feeling. I had no idea what was happening. I couldn’t be getting aroused by another guy. In any event, I let out the first of several whimpers. As I went through the remaining e-mails Brad’s hands left my shoulders and made their way down my chest. His fingers toyed with my nipples, stopping to fondle and tweak them. My breathing got ragged. Strangely, so did his. Then his hands were making their way down my back, sending signals to my. Only, not new, unworn panties, he prefers worn slightly soiled panties that save the sweet, pungent aroma of the woman who recently wore them. He lives alone without a pet in a high rise, one bedroom condo in Boston that overlooks the Boston Common. Whenever he is off from work, his powerful binoculars scan the greenery of the park watching for women sitting on the grass and paying more attention to their lunch or conversation than to the condition of their skirt or dress. He has lots of.