Her name was Julie, she was 17 almost 18. Julie was very pretty but at about 5'5" and a little over 9 stone (110 lbs for the yanks) she didn't fit my ...usual petite type but there was nothing bad about it. This extra meat was all in her bra and arse, made all the better with a pretty slim, firm waist. Those tits must have been a D or a very big C and were perfectly round and heavy. She had long auburn hair that she usually wore loose, and bright sparkling eyes that screamed fuck me. She didn't. "Richard, I'm sorry. It's over, I'm leaving now. I'll arrange to collect my other things later. Bye."And that was it. I know she over-reacted; it was such a little thing. We had been together, like I said, for four years. We liked a lot of the same things, we got on well together, the sex was great. Really, it was, we both had fairly big sexual appetites and really did satisfy each other, not every single night but maybe three or four nights a week. And sometimes in the day at weekends. And she. Zevran just laughed. “Well, cara mia, you know now you’ve missed out on one budding relationship, but have you noticed who else hasn’t been alone in his tent lately?”“Conrad, obviously.”“Well, yes, but no one knew about that, bella donna, even me. No, I mean the other Orlesian Warden.”“Riordan?” I was startled; in game he’d seemed so ... focused. Single-minded, almost.“No, no. The more distinguished looking gentleman with the two-handed hammer.”“Dougal?” I was stunned. “Dougal’s got a girl –. ? He?d wanther to say, ?ass? and ?tits? and ?pussy? or ?cunt??andshe blushed even thinking the words.? Shecould say them in general, but when it came to intimate times alone with himshe felt so exposed in so many ways and so she always struggled with it.? He?d insist.?She?d blush more.? It wouldspiral.? She knelt there swaying gentlythinking of the things they?d gotten into over language?She smiled to herselfin her own darkness again, a sultry needy smile as she recalled the time he?dcalled her.