I'm gonnahave a serious talk with her tomorrow.--------------------------Taysha-----------------------------Damn it! Rob has some nerve. Oh-well, mayb...e heknows what he's talking about. We can stay out oftrouble until the spell wears off. It won't be a prob. Ijust need to calm down. Maybe I can have fun beingthis stud for now. We just need to talk about thelimits of being each other.(The next day)"Hey Rob. I think we need to have a talk." I said."Most definitely." he replied."Rob, from now until. ‘You’re funny,’ she said. ‘But, please don’t do that again.’ ‘I’m trying to prep you so you won’t be shocked when we land in Denver, sweetie.’ ‘But don’t clearance passes take time? Like weeks, to get?’ ‘I started on yours about a week and a half ago, when Joe’s parents found it getting harder to talk to him without you around. Yesterday, I received the last of your references from teachers and your principal back in California.’ Just then, an email popped up and Cindy opened it to read. Ashley. Her face was lined, though not wrinkled. She wore armor similar to the blue-winged women she followed, but with no weapons on her belt. She carried a head-high staff of dark wood capped with metal, and a long gray cloak draped across her shoulders. The rod tapped each step as they descended. After around twenty steps or so, she double-tapped once, and all five hundred voices shouted.“Courage, Honor, Skill!”Brunhyldar exited onto the steps behind and followed the leadership down to the stage.. Desperately he wanted to pump his shaft. Two quick strokes, he thought, and he’d be done. Instead his free hand grabbed hold of her plump, white, wet ass. His fingers moved, slippery, her natural lubricants mixing with the soapy water. “You dirty, dirty whore. You love having your clit played with. Love to imagine a cock is slamming in and out of you.” Her eyes rolled back. “mmmmmyes I do. God yes I do. I’m a filthy whore, oooooh harder!” she whimpered. He pressed down on her button harder..