After the convention, Vennoa and Tempest had no idea how to leave, and had decided to hop on one of the magic caravans as it was departing — more Te...mpest’s idea but Vennoa had gone along. The caravan ended up in a small town, where they were now sampling the alcohol in the tavern. Presumably the caravan would somehow fill up with more adventurers headed to the convention, but Vennoa had no wish to end up there again.“I hear that you’re quite the mighty monk,” a voice said.Tempest and Vennoa. "They don't have to know, do they? This is our deal, just me and you."We were sitting down and I frowned at that, not knowing how we'd gotten there. It had just happened."I love my husband," I said. "I can't have sex with you." Sure, yeah," he nodded, stroking my back with his fingertips. "You're such a good wife, Gina. I admire that, I really do. It must be hard being good all time. You just need a little help, right?" Yeah, just help me," I agreed, thinking maybe he understood finally. "I. Jane clapped her hands again, for the second time this evening, delighted with a new slip audience. “Well, darling, Vanity Fair are the makers of the prettiest, most feminine, silky slips and panties. They look wonderful and the material they use is so silky. You will love wearing them, and so will John.”“I have split up with John, he was getting too serious,” said Alice.“Oh dear, well he was perhaps a little old for you, although I could hear how much he liked you wearing my sheers on your. But her pursuit of him was relentless. He moved forward slightly to remove his coat and looked up at her with that sly sexy smile that always excited her and made her feel so warm and tingly from her pretty little head to her perfectly pedicured toes. “Are you sore from driving all day?” she asked as she put away his coat and then poured him a glass of vodka on ice. “Maybe you would like a massage?” He nodded anxiously and so she moved towards him and sat down behind him on the couch, her legs.