"Well, well, well," a voice called out. "It seems like we have been spotted. No matter. Give us your belongings and we will let you live."Rohea raised...his voice and replied, "It is you who should surrender. I am Sir Rohea of Wolle. By the King's order, I command you brigands to lay down your arms, and I will let you live."A sudden sharp pain brought Rohea to drop to one knee. He glanced down and saw an arrow sticking out of his chest."No!" Maes cried.The voice in the distance laughed. "Sir. Oh, I needed her but it wasn't possible with Pastor John at home.The days passed by until the following Sunday at church service when Bethan came and sat with me. She chatted away, my heart was thumping. I liked her being with me but also felt guilty about how I was feeling. Sharon came over at the end of the service, enquired how we were getting on together. I blushed. Bethan just said, "We are doing good thank you."I hoped she didn't notice my blush though.That Sunday evening Pastor John went. She continued with the loud moaning, as if she wanted to defy me, so I stuck my tongue deep, drowning all that moaning in her throat. I don`t remember how we got out of the elevator, just that, when we got to the door at her place, she was nervously looking for the keys. When we got in, with shaking hands and gasping, right there, in the hall, she started to loosen my belt and unbutton my pants. I did the same with her jeans, and I was thinking: “Yess! Eventually, I`ll see if she is wearing. Just thinking about your perfection makes me so horny.” After I said that, i suddenly got scared because now i was worried she will think i’m weird and leave. But instead she smiled, brought her face closer to mine, her lips almost touching mine, and whispered” why do you think i came this late, in only a towel.” With that one statement, i couldn’t control myself and pushed my lips into her. They were so soft, and tasted a bit like cherries. After about thirty second of keeping lips pressed.