She'd noticed him immediately; slender with dark hair slightly too long, deep dark-brown eyes, a wide mouth with a slight wry smile on his lips, tight... jeans, loose white T-shirt and a black motorbike helmet held in one hand, his other holding a green bottle of beer. The way he stood made him seem relaxed. But the way his smile grew slowly when he spotted her was devastating, almost like a sensual caress. A flush of heat had washed through her.For almost an hour she'd studied him trying to be. I held her gently as she peaked then slowly returned to the present. “Wow,” she exclaimed, “that was simply sensational!” “What are we going to do about you?” she asked, as she looked at my swollen throbbing cock. “We are going to do nothing,” I assured her, “except pack up and meander home for dinner this evening.”Hand in hand we returned to our bay. By mutual unspoken agreement we let each other’s hand go as we rounded the point. Cass headed home to her cottage. Dinner followed by a game of. “What are you doing?” Always the commander, the playfulness of his tone doesn’t suit him.“I’m fucking me”“That sounds good,” he is convincing once again.“Mmmm” She’s slowly lifting her tight, round butt up to meet her pushing fingers. Her muscles are spent and sore.“Tell me what you did?”“You sure you want to know?”“Yes.” His voice is full of anxious breath.“It makes me want to come just thinking about it.”“What is it? Jesus Christ, I’m gonna explode.”“Oh no, no, no, no. Let’s enjoy it. Blackened, crying statues stood in bleak, silent homage to the saints and martyrs of the past all along the dark corridor.The assembly marched through the temple until they reached the altar at the back, where they climbed the steps and divided into two sides. Sophrosyne took the side of the priestesses as she’d been instructed earlier and knelt before one of the three stone thrones. The angels sat at the thrones on the opposite end, folding their wings carefully behind them.The priest and.