I called Kira on the way to my house and asked if she wanted to meet for lunch. She gladly accepted my invitation, and told me to meet her at a cozy l...ttle diner in town; she said she had some things she wanted to tell me. I begged her to divulge her information on the phone, but she insisted I wait until we met. I drove the entire way to the diner wondering what she was going to tell me; I figured if it was good news she would have had to tell me over the phone. I found Kira in a corner booth. She may never even qualify for a final trial and may become a laywarrior serving in one of our mission forts. Do you want this to be her final thought of you? Too proud for your dearest friend?"The War Mother releases her grip on your hands and steps away."She is in her cell again, moping. Go and see her before the feast. Get her to join us in your final celebration."You sigh and nod your agreement to the War Mother. You return with her to the abbey, its marble halls echoing with soft voices. It just sticks in your craw that Al and me are so damn fired up about fuckin' that sweet littl' thing, don't it? You'd rather we stayed here and put the meat to your ol' wornout ass, ain't that right?" he teased her viciously."No, not really," retorted the older blonde haughtily, "But maybe I'll get a bit of the action myself. There are other ways, you know. Haven't you guys heard of women's lib? We girls don't need you any more."Henry and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd seen. Now he bent down close to my pussy and stared long at it. He kept his hand on the cunt lips and parted them. It was like electric current the moment the touched my cunt. He then rubbed his fingers on my clit.I was in a highly excited state and was about to have an earth shattering orgasm when he suddenly stopped. He closed his eyes, caught both my thighs and I could see him gyrating his hips. Oba was unable to control his excitement and he was cuming inside the petticoat. It was such a huge.