The Scots moved forward, up Strath Allan towards Auchterarder, Scott's spies beginning to come in with the intelligence he so badly wanted. At Auchter...arder they were met by a small band of men. The obvious leader of the group rode forward to address them."Who are you and who gives you leave to ride through my Kingdom of Fife?" Bold words my friend, bold I say. I would advise you to watch your tongue when addressing the King of Dalriada, lest you annoy his followers sirrah!" responded Scott,. She remembered the beatings her mom took, the times she was tied up and locked in the closet, and she remembered her mother’s vivid screams when her father tortured her with his cigarettes. Little Sorrel didn’t love her father. She was only afraid of him. Yes, Little Sorrel remembered everything, the pain, the loneliness, and the loss. She also remembered her mom’s night time stories, the little dresses, playing dress up, hair washings, the paper dolls, and the love. She especially remembered. I then placed both of my hand inside her hand and started pressing her boobs with my hand over the bra. She was moving her hands on my back. We were both moaning. How loud? We still don’t know!Shweta was wearing a bra without the shoulder strap. I moved my right hand to her back inside the blouse and unhooked the bra at once. She broke the kiss and looked at me with a mischevious smile. She always does that when I undid her bra since our first sex session.I removed her bra at once and the next. That was a first.“Doing that circle brought us face to face, with me feeling so sexually curious about you. One minute in pieces, and then you, your body, your smile, you freed my libido—and please don't be hurt---when we got up into the dunes, it was your initial failure that so delighted me. You were real, you were genuine. I trusted you and wanted your cock inside me. Yet, when it was over, and we'd cum together, I needed to be on my own again to register the change you'd encouraged in me..