Her creamy white, oval-shaped face with its pert nose and full, redpouty lips was framed by a lush, cascading mane of ringleted, shiny,black hair. She... wore nondescript clothing, but it did little to hideher fit form or its generous assets -- including her soft, femininehands with long, elegant, short-nailed fingers, a very nice, yet firm,bosom, a round rear and wide, baby-bearing hips. A very male part ofMoturo reacted instinctually -- he wanted to mate with this woman, toimpregnate her with. Her makeup was somewhat reserved by Eva's usual standards, with lipstick to match her dress and just enough eye shadow to make her already intensely blue eyes "pop" as she put it. It was a good look and startling for Wolfgang as it was the first time he'd ever seen Eva in the light of vogue sophistication. She was impressive, not in the way so many other, more beautiful women were, but with her undeniable strength and grace. Eva was a predator and dressed in red, the dangerous color of blood. ‘We don’t have, Michael,’ Linda stated flatly. Tammy traced a line down Linda’s spine and offered, ‘And we never will if we don’t take our time and put all the pieces together.’ Her hand splayed across Linda’s bottom and she was rewarded with warm lips on hers. Finally, pulling away, Linda whispered, ‘Thanks, Red,’ a small chuckle came from somewhere, ‘But we still have to talk about this.’ With that Linda nudged Tammy until she rolled onto her side, and snuggled in behind her, their bare. To say he's prolific is the understatement of this century. My father never even dreamed about having this many children, or concubines." What are you tutoring them in?" Duncan smiled at the wide-eyed group, who looked back and forth from one Westerner to the other, giggling and pointing.Deirdre hugged the oldest boy and then lifted the smallest girl into her arms. "Music and geography mostly."Duncan noted the Irish girl was wearing a sword slung from her shoulder. "And swordsmanship?" No,.