I know that if I ever got in any trouble at all, Lance would be there to make sure I was safe. Oh…I had almost forgotten the time that the Bloodsail...Buccaneers found me and stripped me of all possessions. How embarrassing…having to find some linen cloth to cover myself until I could get to Stormwind. Lance found me hiding in a bush with nothing but some cloth draped over me. He was so wonderful and comforting…brought me food, water, and potions to get my spirit up. He even bought some clothes. She's a good girl not to worry him. Working fingers over the already over fucked clit, she feels the swollen-ness and cunt juices on her hand. Tenderly she rubs the sweet thing thinking of her man gone. She rubs thinking about the abuse it's gonna get from her while he's away. It wouldn't take much to get off but, she plays nice with it for awhile. He's on the plane in the air by now. Knowing he knows she might be masturbating, she smiles. He has a way of putting smiles on her face. Taken. Erina looked at me and her mouth quivered; her tongue tip appeared briefly. Then she regained control and lifted her chin. "I'll take care of him," she said coldly, standing up very straight, luscious breasts jutting out at me, just ready for my mouth, barely hiding in her watered silk. I involuntarily licked my lips and looked at the puff of her soft belly that hid beneath that silky cloth. I could picture her legs, the mounded thighs, the muscular calves, the puffy lips of her narrow slit,. Eventually we ended back at the manse for high tea. The minister had arranged a possible date for the funeral – Earth Day. The church would conduct the service but the whole village would be invited to participate. We agreed to everything, including the offer of a video recording of the proceedings that we could show to Cerys. We left Ewan’s ashes in the care of the minister. A few weeks later we were back. We stayed overnight in the pub. The minister had reassured us. The public house was no.