The dress was short enough to show off her lovely long legs, but long enough to hide her stocking tops and suspenders (unless she was of a mind to rev...eal them). She could feel herself becoming moist and open at the thought of teasing him with sly glimpses of her inner thighs during dinner. Oh my god I'm as horny as him she thought to herself. I need to get a grip. She looked in on her man as she passed the bathroom. His erection had subsided, but not fully. How easily I could return that to its. ..After her parents told me their story, I had no clue about Persephone Neece. Her father, Jonathan Neece, was a Knight Templar in the Holy Service of Saint Acacius. Her mother, Mary, had been a Hag! Mr. Neece 'convinced' Mrs. Neece to give up her evil ways and serve beside him. He also convinced his Brotherhood to give his wife a White Grimoire. How does a Knight Templar court a Hag? It's a like a rabid Roc doing a mating flight with a hungry Dragon. With that origin story, I didn't want to go. We took the opportunity to catch up with our laundry, which we left festooned around the caravan to drip dry, and we even caught the twice-daily bus into town the second lunchtime for a quick trip to civilisation. I'm not sure what the bus driver thought when he saw ten of us in our anoraks at the stop; it must have been his best day for passenger numbers for a while. He was kind enough to warn us to be on time for the return trip at five o'clock if we didn't want to walk home or wait until the. Alex held Eva’s arms firmly, urging her to go downward. Eva looked up at him and touched the side of his face gently whispering “Patience baby, patience”. He ran his fingers through Eva’s wavy black hair as Eva moved down to his stomach making circles with her tongue. Eva watched as this sent Alex twisting and turning as he grabbed Eva’s head and looked at her with his eyes begging her to go further. Eva‘s hands roamed his body freely as she made her way down. Now as Eva came down to her.