I sat at the kitchen table, with my arm in a sling, watching this busybody take over my kitchen. She even brought her own apron. I don’t think I’v... ever worn one. It was kind of embarrassing to sit there barefoot, with loose fitting gym shorts and one of DJ’s oversized t-shirts, while she obviously came right from the office.Emma told me to just relax, assuring me that it was no problem and it would only take a few minutes. I sat back trying to get comfortable, while watching DJ’s little. I let the sounds of excitement and raw sex fill my ears. Its then thoughts of Adam I pushed aside earlier soon return in full force. I let my hand skim up under my shirt to find the tight points of my breasts, while the other smoothes over my mound. My breathing becomes more drawn out and my back arches slightly. I slip in a finger through the already wet lips of my entrance and let my fingers glide in and out of me with the tempo above me. I begin to imagine as if it were me and Adam instead.. Overhead, the Slithor banner fluttered in thewind, telling me I had found the right bivouac. But I was still left towonder which of the several tents belonged to the warrior-maid. Nofeminine accouterments had been left on the tent ropes, but thewarrior-maid wore male-style clothes with an unconscious grace that Idoubted that she had only use for lingerie.I can magically sense life-auras, but while it's easy to tell a Darkuraura from a human's, differentiating a human male's aura from a. "No!" I cried out. "Fuck me Chris! Fuck me ... fuck me hard ... faster! Faster! Faster!"She did, but in doing so ... the inevitable happened for her. Once more I felt the sudden surge and throb of her prick inside me. Once again so close, though as she emptied herself, finally spending herself, I too felt the delicious tickle of orgasmic release, though it was far less than what I had actually given myself, or even experienced when Sharon had fucked me with the dildo.We had again just missed.