It’s huge—from north to south, it’s over twenty miles long.” Katrin stopped, facing a row of shops lined with a covered wooden walkway. A lone...man was there playing a lively tune on the fiddle, using the walkway to stay out of the muddy street. “This is where she used to play when it was raining. If she’s not here and she’s no longer at the inn she was staying at, she’s probably left the city. I was hoping to convince her to come with us.”“Is this the same bard that told you about Snow. She slapped his hand away and squeezed lightly to satisfy his need for some stimulation.She stepped out of her panties, widened her stance slightly and almost imperceptibly pushed her hips forward, showing herself to him. Stepping toward the chair she straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap. They both stared down at their joining.She started to slide against him slowly as his hips again pushed up into her. His hands reached for his waistband and she brushed them away.This time I. Several days later, I went up to talk to her when I noticed she wasn't herself. "Are you ok misty? You seem depressed" I asked her, then she replied, "my boyfriend cheated on me and I'm upset, I need a getaway from his dumbass, you going to karaoke Friday night?" I nodded yes. A few days later, she texted me asking if I was going to karaoke that night, I replied that I was going, she texted back where to pick her up. I picked her up from her condo and headed to the restaurant where I went to. That was deliberate, because I thought our problems were with sex. I was wrong, sex was just part of it. But that's where I first noticed it. Jason's great at fucking-actually, that's too harsh again, because I think it was both of us together that were great at fucking, but we're not great at making love. And I've come to the point in my life where I need someone who is willing to make love to me." We tried changing it, we've been trying for some time. The problem is, we only went a certain.