There were so many possiblities. By the time I finally agreed it was close to midnight. I walked the few minutes to his house while he led me there wi...h directions on the phone. Everything was dark, we had to whisper. The neighbourhood was nice and I was nervous to be caught, but my lacy thong was already soaked from the excitement. He met me at the back door in only his boxers and after a hushed greeting we crept through a dark, cheery looking kitchen into their second living room. I stripped. His cock spewing ropes of cum deep within her silky wetness. His hips inched back and crashed forward again. She let out a little grunt with each thrust. As the primal desire subsided he collapsed on her chest and began to slowly pump his cock back and forth.Another wave of pulsating desire consumed her when she felt his cock explode in her pussy. She gasped and moaned.She feltthe intense ticklish heat starting deep in her abdomen. It spread quickly outward through her whole body overcoming. I have been at this for far longer than you have."Ambrose smiled, "Just because you have been at it longer does not mean that you actually possess any skill. But I am sure that we will find out soon."It was almost a whole toton later that both males were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Both had small nicks and cuts though nothing major. Both had managed to block and parry everything that the other had thrown. Both were panting from the extended effort that they had been using to kill the. ‘Buffy, it… it’s okay.’ ‘No, Dawn, it damn well isn’t!’ Buffy shouted. ‘For god’s sakes! I’ve been ignoring everything! I haven’t even really gone out on patrols in a week! I’ve just been going to this bar in town and drinking all night!’ she confessed. ‘That’s why I’ve been so irritable lately, because of my headaches! And on top of that, I drove my s!ster, my only bl**d relative, to… to do… this!’ Dawn was stuck in a moral trap. Should she tell Buffy why she really cut herself? Or should she.