Then why were there tears in my eyes? Why was my chest so laden with guilt? I took one breath, then another, and let them both out slowly. “Elena is alive.” I whispered. She froze in my lap. Her sobs ceased. She elevated her head a fraction, turning it so that one eye narrowed up at me. “What did you say?” “Elena is alive and well in Bentius. She tried to contact you on my mirror, and I didn’t tell you, because I wanted you to suffer.” I barely could say the last words; my voice was shaking so. She slowly got off my lap. Her flesh ignited with energy, her scratches healing, her swelling subsiding, her bones clicking back into place. Her orange eyes burned from the monochromatic blue cast of her body, shining like furious flames in the lunar curtain. I could hear the castle groaning around me, the sound of beams being put under great strain. I could feel indian the floor shaking beneath me. Yavara extended her hand, and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head. Then she pulled me against her, and wept into my shoulder. This time, she let her grief sound unfettered from her mouth, and it echoed through the hall, beautiful and sonorous, harmonized with her joy. She held onto me like a lifesaver, and I found myself embracing her in turn, weeping into her shoulder, feeling the weight of the world being lifted from me. “I’m so sorry!” She bawled, “Oh my god, Adrianna, I’m so sorry!” “So am I.” It was natural for us then to bring our lips together. Though it was sexual, it was not hedonistic when our interlocking legs parted to join ourselves at our centers and feel the other’s lust pressing into our own. When we rolled on the stone floor with our tongues entwined and our bodies heaving to grind our crotches, it was not with a desire for the flesh that we acted, but a desire to heal. We were dark-elves, and for us, sex was a language unto itself. Her breasts molded into mine, her nipples stabbed against me, and her wet heat saturated my nethers as our clits fought in wriggling combat, each pass making them swell, each motion heightening the sensation. My hands were filled with her ass, and hers were filled with mine, and we spread each other to deliver fingers, sensually penetrating in congruence with our deep undulations. I plan on enrolling him in my crusade to get some black officers on the department.” The two in the closet stopped moving stopped breathing their bodies tense. after she squirted I started pumping her pussy once again while looking at her. We all can’t help but laugh. Almost agonizing slowly she ruffled around until one of their identification numbers was pulled from the pot. I would have let him play with me for free and the dog was a real bonus so it wasn’t just the money at all but I was learning about sex and enjoying my lessons! Slave kristi came into the kitchen shortly after puddy tat returned. A few years ago their Mom had thought that she herself was pregnant but it was actually a false alarm, and she had mentioned to Nicole that sometimes during stressful times a period could be late. Sarah looked around, the thongs looked interesting and the bra with peepholes for the nipples and, "Have a look, I'd better see this indian other customer." Until such an understanding is reached, little or nothing can be accomplished. We weren't expected to look fresh after a long boring night on surveillance.