“Yes you can. I believe in you. You’ve already come this far. See it through all the way.” She said, and Jamie sighed, as she looked back outsid...e. “I wish Noah was here.” She said, and Erin sighed. “He would have been here if he could have. For now you’re stuck with me.” She said, and took Jamie’s hands. Jamie just smiled, and held onto Erin’s hands for a bit. “Almost a year later, and you have a published book, and now people are standing around a small bookstore wanting your autograph. What. Already she could feel that familiar rush of blood to her pussy, she knew that soon she wouldn’t care that she being made to do this, she would need to get fucked and good. Stroking him he grabbed her by her hair and forced her face upwards.?why don’t you hike that skirt up, I want to see if your pussy is still as beautiful as it was when you were slutting around picking guys up at bars?Still stroking him she wiggled her hips and with one hand gathered her cream linen skirt and pulled it above. I can see the sinews in his arms and neck straining for control over his muscles as his eyes betray his mental battle to control his urges. "Now,” I murmur, sliding off of him a little, and then pulling him back into me.His eyes close above me as a low, guttural growl escapes his lips. The hand that had been cupping my thigh drops to the bed beside my head as he strains to keep himself held above me. His hips move, taking over the movement and this time, when he pushes back into me I feel an. “How did you know? Where did it come from?”I laugh. “From the bear, of course. He had no more need of it after I killed him.”“You’re telling me you hunted a cave bear?” he demands with a scowl.“No sane person hunts a cave bear alone,” I tell him. “The bear, however, had no such compunction. Ordinarily they didn’t trouble us unprovoked, but for whatever reason of its own this one chose to make prey of me. I was careless and did not realize until it came at me.”“I’d think you would have run like.