My other hand was free and soon I was teasing myself by rubbing the insides of my thighs. "Oh Eric, Eric." As my hand slid from one thigh to the other... I brushed across my panties, which were already cool with moisture. My legs were wide open for the imaginary Eric. I was spending more time rubbing over my panties now and my back arched uncontrollably as I imagined responding to his ministrations.I slid my hand into the leg hole of my panties and felt cool fingers on my pussy lips. Circular. Inevitably the arguments led to a full fledged fight a day or two before Christmas day. Most Christmas mornings his mother would feign a smile with her cracked lips and pretend nothing was wrong. But even heavy layers of makeup can't really hide a swollen black eye.That was decades in the past though. His father had succumbed after a long drawn out fight to lung cancer seven years ago. He had been laid to his final rest on a cold snowy morning in early December. Three years later his mother had. Use Prince Matthew’s sigil when you do.” She paused, then said, “I think you should tell Yavara that I tried to recruit you.” “If you wanted to give her a reason to monitor the relay before…” “It’s always good to cover your tracks. Sometimes, it’s better to cover your tracks with someone else’s. He’ll be a dead man anyway, so what does it matter?” She held her hand up to the mirror, and smiled at me. “Thank you, Commander.” “Don’t call me that.” “I can tell you like it.” She smirked, and palmed. This guy was circumcised and he was thick, I couldn't wait to take him in my mouth. He sat there slowly stroking his cock as if trying to decide his next move, I made it for him by putting my hand through the hole. I reached for his cock it felt silky and heavy to the touch my small hands having trouble surrounding its girth. I squeezed the shaft a slight releasing in pressure and it throbbed in my hand, by gently tugging I encouraged him closer to the hole. At last I could get close enough to.