I listened to the sounds of her shifting on her feet in front of me. I heard the softest whisper as she rubbed a hand on her arm. I was expecting her ...o come up to me – touch me, move me around, something. But she didn’t. She just stood there. Maybe she was trying to think of what to say.“You and Mum, you’re so much alike,” said Tara.My eyes popped open and I stared at her in puzzlement. “Huh?”“Don’t look at me. Close your eyes.”“Sorry.” I closed my eyes again.“Well, anyway, like I was saying,. .. to... me... haaaaaaarddddd!" "You want me to fuck... you... you... wanton... slut?" "Yeeeeeeeesssssssss... give... it... to... meeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh... oh... oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh... Christ... I'mmm... cuuummming... cuuummming... cuuummming... ooooooooooohhhhhhh... yesssssssss... yessssssss!" I fucked her like I was a pile driver - slamming into her cunt with every long- deep stroke, pushing her down into the mattress. My cum boiled into the head of my prick. She started cuming again. "Aiden, listen," I said patiently, turningback to her as she looked over the racks of workout clothes as thoughthey might attack her at any moment, "I've been in these woods a lot andKitty got a pretty good idea about them this morning. What you werewearing just isn't right for going on wolf runs." Well I usually just have fur," she muttered, quickly looking around tomake sure no one else heard her."You won't when we all go together," I countered, "And the stuff youwere wearing today just isn't. Questions, if you would indulge me.” He felt her nod, and he swallowed thickly as he thought frantically. He was fascinated by the bard but hadn’t been confident until today that she returned any interest – and he didn’t want to make assumptions that were unwarranted. “This morning, while we were riding, you mentioned Marjolaine.”He paused, uncertain how to proceed. She’d told him many stories, and while none of them were salacious, the way she’d talked about her former mentor, well ... He was.