"He pulled apart the scroll and started reading in a sing-song voice."When the Empire was in flower, the Weres came to fight. The Sea-folkwere threate...ned, and The Dead ruled the night. The situation hopeless,the battle was as good as lost. Then the Silver Cleric came to save us,no matter what the cost.Yes, the Silver Cleric came to save us, no matter what the cost."He rolled up the scroll and tossed it behind him."Well, I'm no Bard. I made that when I was a very young man, before theMagic. ..One day on the train to work, the mature lady who most days i shared a train carriage with on the way to work, asked if I liked what I saw when I overdid the fleating glances at her vey smart work attire.Her attire of smart black blazer, white blouse, with lacy bra (sporting a more than ample bosom), tight just above the knee pencil skirt, black sheer very shiny seamed nylon possibly 7 denier and 5" black stiletto heels, she was always immaculately dressed from top to bottom and the seams on. I didn't mind what they did. It made me feel better knowing they loved each other like that. I saw it wasn't just the sex. People just having sex didn't touch like that."You love each other, so that's good. It makes the sex a lot better too I'd bet." For the first time since she came out of the bathroom, I saw Jane's shoulders relax and her body uncoil a little. She had been more nervous and tense than I thought."You have any problems with us being this way?" Grace still seemed like she wanted. She brushed her luscious lips with that talented and famous tongue then crawled up on the bed, between splayed legs.The bound girl started struggling yet again, but with noticeably less enthusiasm. A wet tongue preceded a kiss inside the left knee. Then the right. Long black hair brushed gently over and between the firm, young legs. The hungry tongue trailed a moist path up the left thigh as the older woman eased her hands, palms up, under the girl's hips and over. Fingers with perfect, false.