That soft sensual sounding voice just wouldn't match. Not exactly sure what she'd look like, certainly no Barbie, a Pamela Anderson perhaps, or even a...Dolly Parton, though a Catherine Zeta-Jones look-a-like would be nice too.I like the feel of the warm wet washcloth as she gently soaps and then rinses my flesh. I like how her hands seem to caress rather than scrubbing me as though I have twelve layers of dirt caked upon my skin. She's gentle, certainly thorough, and though relaxing, I cannot. He sat down, feeling Althea'swomanhood brush against his tailbone as it got harder. She hugged himaround the waist, then noticed the large wound on his leg. It wasn't ahole anymore, but it was still a deep gash, from Tawny's halberd. "Whathappened to you, darling?" she whispered, rubbing her dainty fingertipsacross the puncture wound. She felt Cal tense up in pain from thecontact."Well, I woke up last night and went out to do some training, and,Tawny came too. Somehow, my dark side was set free. The Healer headed down the main road. He had not come down here himself for some time, so he was not sure himself where it was. But as he came to where there was a break in the lush, jungle-like foliage, he heard a rustling noise.Vanlo looked down the path that forked off from the main road, the one that led to Jollis' quarters. And there was Lanno, skulking down the path, trying to be quiet and being anything but, his arms brushing against branches and snapping twigs that overgrew onto the. She pressed her mother's head firmly against her groin. After a few minutes Priscilla came with a long shuddering moan."Remember what I told you, slut," called Doug.Priscilla nodded and reached down and grabbed a fistful of Sophie's blonde curls."On your feet, Mother," she said and pulled the startled Sophie off her knees. "Jusht ... just because I talked to you doeshn't mean I've forgotten what you've done to me. Turn around. Bend over. Grab your anklsh ... ankles."Sophie expected to feel the.