My fingers trace my rapidly swelling labia and my body begins to react to the desires of my mind and soul. I purri like a contented cat as my fingers...work their magical spell. I gasp as I slip first one, then two fingers into my pussy and begin finger-fucking myself.“That feels so good, so good” I mumble, barely audible. “Yes, so good, yes…” I continue as my fingers began to take me higher and higher. A third and a fourth finger slip into my sex. With the fingers of one hand thrusting. He threw it my way and I caughtit one-handed. Michael - the real me - was very practiced at frisbee. Iwas glad to see some of my muscle memory was still intact. I sent onetoward the presumable Brian, who made a big show about diving for it,but caught it all the same."Nice, Arlene. I didn't know you could throw like that!" he called."There's a lot you don't know about me," I called back.Deirdre simply sipped her wine while the three of us continued for atime. At that point, I told the guys that. He seemed nervous and anxious. My mind went back to earlier when he had told me that he hadn't slept with a woman in three years. I assumed that was troubling him."Marc, just listen to me for a moment," I said softly. "I don't expect you to be some super stud, just take it at your own pace and relax. You're in charge. I want you to take the lead; do you understand?"He looked across and smiled."Thank you, Catherine, you're very understanding. It will be strange for me after all this time; the. “They are fighting a guerrilla war against Carver’s men, against all those encroaching on the elven woods. They very carefully pick who they quarrel with. They are not stupid and know that we are trying to get away from our lives Below.” She shrugged. “For a few healing spells or a meal, Stalkerites have let me know when dark elf hunting parties were afoot – or let me tag along when they wanted to intercept them. So that I could – in theory – save any new Maiden followers from Isaya’s fate.”She.