I was tired of caring. When we were still together, it was a different story entirely. My world did not revolve around him but the slightest hint of a...nimosity from him would send me reeling. He knew this and often played it to his advantage. At times he had treated me with cruelty, but mostly he treated me with indifference. Perhaps I did love him, yet it was clear to me that he had never loved me. My love for him had become imbued with pain, the pain had turned into numbness until eventually I. We were taking care not to let me explode.Another afternoon some weeks later Margot gave me a fonecall from the school to announce a gettogether of the teachers in a nearby bar, to celebrate the birthday of one of them.Her husky voice asked me bluntly:"The day has come?" When I said "Yes!" with my hart beating in my drumming ears, she addet: "Shure about that?" I hardly could answer, but she advised:"It will take time, I dont like to rush and want to enjoy! Thats OK?" I said it was.It was five. She was able to make herbody into her namesake, flowing with the breeze and leaving without everbeing noticed by anyone. She also had the added benefit of being a lowlevel weather manipulator, which worked well with Lillian's own plantgrowth powers making the two a formidable team when they worked togetherat Whateley.Mist answered and immediately asked, "What did he finally do to get myneed to act?" Lillian shot back a harsh, "Preparing to attack Whateleyto get revenge on his his niece and. I moaned and groaned and gasped with reckless abandon and pushed my fingers harder against the pulsing walls of my pussy. My orgasm pounded a hot, steady beat low in my belly and I opened my eyes, parting my lips to sigh again and… I screamed. A man! There was a man, standing at the edge of the meadow, his body only half visible through the foliage of the forest, and his eyes were on me, watching me with an almost scary concentration. I knew he could see me across the clear field, lying in the.