Unwillingly, her hands went over her body. It caused a weird feeling. Hands started moving, up and down her bronzed body (“…how his fingers caress...my skin…”) over her belly, over her lush breasts. One, then another. Short but firm grip on her neck (“…how he kissed my neck, I can feel his breath…”). Then hand playfully went back down straight into her panties. Her fingers played with her pussy. That move made her flesh creep. Gentle touches at first and then cold fingers went inside (“…how his. .. My Amram, what happened to you?" There was a fire, and I was impatient." I laughed."That's not funny. Tell me what happened."I told her about the capture — avoiding everything about Vicdaen — and then about the fire and how they tried to heal me but how they couldn't heal the scars."Hmm... But you're not saying everything. I can see that you're pregnant." I gasped for air. How could she know when not a physical sign showed? "Could you explain that? I gave you all of my herbs." The last she. And, again wasting no time, I did. While obviously not a virgin, she was tight; and it also seemed like my length was more than she had experienced before. She grunted with every insertion, and sighed with every withdrawing, such that, out of concern, I paused and asked if I was hurting her. “No, quite the opposite,” she said. “It’s just that I’ve never been as full of cock as this before. I just wish I had more time to take advantage.” Taking the hint, I resumed plowing her pussy with force;. She ran her hands across her breasts and her nipples sprang to attention. She couldn't help but pinch one, just a little bit. She stepped into the shower and began lathering. Thoughts of Paul's body flooded her mind. She found her self washing between her thighs, again, and again. The heat of the shower, and the alcohol, plus the lewd thoughts running through her head made her more than a little light headed. She needed to get to bed, and sleep this one off.But as she exited the shower, and.