We went straight to my room for our talk.We sat down on my bed facing each other. I said, "I'm sorry about last night, Julie. I shouldn't have gotten ...so mad. Tell me about your plan." I listened this time as Julie explained about what she had in mind. When she was finished explaining, it sounded like it made sense. I said, "I've had time to think. You're probably right about us needing to be able to do these kinds of things. My friends agree with you."Julie asked, "You talked about our love. It was a small smile, obviously an expression he hadn't used in a while, but it was there. "As in, outside of the Chantry's jurisdiction? I'm free?" Yes-"Tomas spoke up, interrupting me. "In some ways, yes. Free from the Chantry, free to use your magic for the good of Ferelden, free from persecution. Grey Wardens do not discriminate against mages; in fact, we value mage recruits highly. But you are still a Grey Warden recruit, and you were conscripted, not a volunteer. There are expectations of. . to have... ah... do it with you, but somehow kissing wasn't something I wanted. So I was kind of nervous about that. I never expected you to say you would just touch me. It's so clinical. Makes sex seem more impersonal. The passion can be there, but not the emotional attachment. All sort of reduced to the lowest common denominator. Or as you guys call it sport f'ing. " Allison?" Yes." What are you talking about?" I don't know. We're both talking too much. Putting off decisions I guess." I. Her breasts spilled from the top of her black bra, looking a size or two too small for the job they were designed for. I reached behind, snapping the clasp and pushing the bra up, her tits free. Saggy, but chewable. Brenda’s hand was still on my cock, just holding it. I told her to unzip me. ‘Oh, my goodness!’ She fumbled with the zip, slipping her hand inside and rummaging in my jockeys. Her hand finally grasped my shaft. Her eyes bulged in delight. I took her nipples one at a time into my.