The Laird needed to be a hard harsh man in all respects, but Cien wasn’t. He was harsh when he needed to be, harsh with his soldiers, but not with a...yone else, regarding anyone else. He had a soft touch. Alex mentally shook his head. A woman’s touch. He’d over heard one of the serving wenches talking to another about Cien a fortnight ago. She’d told the other how harsh he’d been with her and another wench. Alex and grinned with approval. Then she had spoken of how she believed that Alex was. I have the oven warming.” They headed back down the stairs and Kara sat at the dinette. “Can I get you something to drink?”“Oh, a tall, cold glass of well water would be fine.”“I have well-water ice cubes, too.” He dropped some from his refrigerator freezer into a glass and filled it from the third tap.“This is really refreshing, Adam. It is such good tasting water.”Adam removed plastic wrap from the pizza, placed it on a baking sheet and slid it into his oven. He sat across from her as she. Funny, but looking back; I wish my current sex life was half as good as the great pussy I was getting in my sleep during the 50's. But at the time, I wanted the real thing soooo... badly!On of my frequent 'wet-dream harem girls' was my Aunt Betty. My nickname for her was 'Betty Boop'. She was so cute! Very different than Marilyn or Martha, Betty was only about 5'-2'' and 100 lbs. 'dripping-wet' (and boy did we frequently awake 'dripping-wet' after a fuck-dream about Aunt Betty). She was such a. For me, knowing that I had something delicate and feminine on under my clothes was a sexy little secret that made me feel unexpectedly naughty. It was nice to have someone to share that secret with."Should I take them off?" I asked Shaun, loving the way his gaze slid over me; possessive and hot.Shaun shook his head. He wrapped his broad hands around my narrow waist and lifted me effortlessly to be seated on the bar. The smooth, dark wood was cool against my almost bare ass."Another terrible.