They were taking turns licking my clit and I was going crazy. Then she showed him how to lick my pussy. I couldn't stop my orgasm and Jean pushed him ...to do more even though I was squirming around on the bed. They had me spasming. When they finally stopped Stan was kneeling on the bed his cock standing straight out and rock hard. Jean slipped another condom on him and got in the doggy position. Stan fucked her to at least three climaxes and without any help he pulled his condom full of cum off. Mike clearly had been living on the edge for a while. His hair was greasy and had several gray locks. He had it pulled back into a ponytail to try to hide the length. His formerly heavily muscled frame looked shrunken, and the old t-shirt he wore hung like a dress on his frame. I noticed a teardrop tattoo under his left eye.Lenore hissed as she put a hand on my free shoulder. "What?" I asked."The tattoo either means that man killed someone, or that he's someone's bitch," Lenore replied coldly.. In battle she wielded a hammer and a heavy shield. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her. ”“I see,” I said. He looked sharply at me, awakened a bit by the tone of my voice. But I did indeed see.“You needn’t worry, Ari,” he said. “I will set up an allowance for you. You can tap it here in Casablanca or anywhere else you wish to go--other than Bermuda.”That wasn’t the point. But I understood his point. I thanked him in a somewhat icy voice. But I saw no reason to argue. I had become too old for him--at seventeen. It was inevitable. It was just miraculous that he hadn’t dropped me.