As he got to know her better over those three days he also discovered what a bright, well educated and funny woman she was. Without the incredible fuc...king, she would still have been a delight to do things with—to go out with—even at forty-five. ‘Do you ever get to Atlanta?’ She asked as she was getting ready to leave. He was stunned and it showed on his face. ‘I’m from Atlanta. I live in Atlanta—or at least one of its many suburbs.’ Now it was Geena’s turn to be surprised. ‘Which one? We live. .. Where do you get those stories from?”There was something in his tone, but she wasn't sure what. “They’re from an online erotic stories site."“Oh?"She fiddled with her fingers. She normally didn't share the name of the site with anyone. It was her special place to get away and just be her without judgment, but there was something about him that made her want to share. "Lushstories." Right. Of course," he said softly. Molly raised her eyebrows. “You’ve heard of it?”He shrugged his shoulders.. He wields a sword better than any man I've ever seen and his archery is excellent as well." That's all I wanted to know," she said, getting up and giving the King a light peck on the cheek. 'For now anyway', she thought, taking her leave. Her foot was in the door and she'd be talking to her father later when the next opportunity arose.A serf named Mordecai was weeding his plot of land not too far from the pass when he heard a horse's cry in the juncture. He dropped his tool to the ground and. "Mom, let me go! Get your legs off me!" I was the one protesting now. She raised her leg and kicked her heel into my back. The force of the motion pushed me forward. I felt the penetration, subtle at first, my swollen purple head enveloped in her sweet wetness. Our bodies fit together like the last piece in a puzzle. I was dizzy and confused – this was wrong. a****l instinct took over and I thrust myself deep, once, twice, three times. I groaned."No! Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she cried..