I felt my ribs and looked around, the roar of the fire above was much louder and I knew we would not have air soon.I stood slowly and ignored the pain...in my chest. I pulled Helen after me and to my protective ward. I pulled her against my front, "relax and do not try to do magic."I concentrated before I started to murmur and speak the mage tongue. The protective ward flared to life and then there was a white haze around us. It was like a cooling mist and I took a deep breath. I continued with. As we got into the toilet (mercifully clean and odour free) we forgot our surroundings and just starred at each other. She sunk against my body our mouths joining, sucking each other tongues, our lips snacking against each other. My hand went down her back lifting her short dress and sliding my hands down her tight ass taking her panties with them. She tugged at my shorts pulling them down to the middle of my hard thighs. My rock hard dick tight against my belly, held by my tight hipster. Instead, she turned her face up and softly kissed my cheek. She then kissed my lips. This wasn't the kind of kiss an aunt gives to a nephew. It was a kiss a woman gives to a man. The kiss I gave back wasn't meant for a motherly-substitute aunt. It was the kiss of a man aroused by the allure of enticing female.My kiss deepened as I poured my heart and soul into it. It was becoming a kiss meant as comforting solace for an injured woman. I wondered if I was subconsciously trying to atone for the. His hand inched upward, and before Joan could complain, or otherwise protest, he lifted it off to reach for his glass, only to drift back to her knee after a few seconds had elapsed.Jill watched as Joan sank a little further back in the sofa, pushing her legs towards Adam, signaling that she appreciated his touch. Slowly, Adam's hand moved further up Joan's thigh, gently exploring higher and higher, as he continued talking to both women.Joan was responding to the conversation less and less,.