.." she said quietly, bowing her head as Misty's arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her protectively, "I just find her infuriating at times.... It's alright, dear. I understand," her lover replied sympathetically."I just wish I did," Miranda replied with a bit of a laugh at the irony as she raised her head and glanced at the purple colour her knuckles had become.Misty sighed, shaking her head in dismay before taking Miranda's uninjured and leading her over to the ancient looking front. She was quite shocked to see women there. Of course. Women and children. The families of these wild horsemen. She was surprised at the women and the men. The men were not the brutes that she thought. They seemed to genuinely care for their wives and children. The wives of the Scythe saw themselves as the valued members of a tribe rather than as slaves. They cared for their men and loved them. The sight of a woman happily embracing her male lover returning from battle brought dread into the. Zarine too was replying to this and kissing Asin right back. They both stood up and went near the bed. They were kissing continuously and suddenly Asin broke apart their kiss and threw Zarine on the bed. She then lay on top of Zarine and started kissing her more passionately. While kissing her hand automatically went towards Zarine's giant tits. Seeing this scene unfold I started masturbating enjoying 2 actresses going lesbo was one of my dearest wishes. I saw them fingering each others pussy,. Her head snapped up to look at me, obviously startled. "Dad, uh, I mean Uncle Mark. What are you doing home?" I walked towards her, and handed her the flowers. "These are for you." I announced. She took them from me, and smelled them. "Oh they're beautiful, but..." "Sort of an apology, and a promise" I interrupted. I took the flowers from her hands, and set them on the bar. I moved close, and hugged her. "I'm sorry Sally. I've been a wreck for the last few weeks. "She pulled away from me and.