When I walked with Leli, she started pestering me about songs from Earth, and I wracked my brain to think of ones I could teach her that would not onl...y make sense in Thedas but also weren't embarrassing if she sang them. Almost everything appropriate I could think of was a love song – or perhaps that's just where my mind was at. I sang her "The Rose", by Bette Midler, and "River of Dreams" by Billy Joel before Alistair finally joined us, silencing me. I loved Alistair, but I wasn't about to. When she moved the dick about, the base of it rubbed against the top of my pussy and added to my arousal. She pulled a small bottle of astro-lube out of another drawer, oiled the dick as well as her ass. Then she got up and spread an old sheet across her bed and climbed onto it on all fours. Standing so that the oil would dribble onto the old sheet, I added more oil to “my” dick and her eager ass hole. I moved into position and began easing the head of the dildo into her butt. She said, “Use. But I was young and couldn't. She is the reason I can't be with any other woman. Being with another woman after just existing in Mom's world would be akin to living in an efficiency apartment after having lived in a Hollywood mansion. I know, it's bad the analogy, but it comes close.Beyond the fact that she is extremely beautiful, what I feel for her is much deeper, goes beyond the sexual desire, goes beyond wanting to possess her, to own her body, what I want and need is to possess her soul, I. Thus, we spend a long several minutes lost in our own contemplation, just enjoying the moment of closeness. We each reflect, silently, on those things we have learned about one another needing this time to adjust, to learn the other's rhythm.I loosen my arms, a signal for her to look into my eyes. We stare deeply probing the other's thoughts and find acceptance. My hands move up then down gently across her back feeling the rise of her bra, the strength and youth of her muscles. I press my lips.