Kate sat on one sofa and I sat on the other, facing her. Emma looked at both of us and decided to sit next to me, almost like she was marking her terr...itory. The action didn’t go unnoticed by my sister.“So,” I began, “do you want to tell our tale or should I?”“Well, lord knows you’re the renowned writer and would probably use better words than me. But as the female in the story, I want to tell it.”“Emma, honey,” Kate began softly, “it’s not that complicated. As you know, I’m about eighteen. But I was feeling very disappointed and couldn’t digest this. At the same time he also got up and he sat in the chair near the table.I turned back and send bye to him. I took by my books from the table and turned back to move. At once he grabbed me from the back and directly held both my boobs from the backside. The heat was building up again in me. He started kissing my neck back and pressing my boobs.I could feel how both the boobs had been crushed under my bra. All of a sudden he made me. This sort of person was sure not to be too scandalised at the sight of a naked woman! Not likely - the things they all got up to! One long round of lechery and licensed debauchery - that was the life these people led - hell, they probably wouldn't bat an eyelid when they saw her!As she approached the group, a couple of them looked round and their jaws gaped wide open at the sight of the naked and lovely Veronica. This unnerved her a bit - she had expected a bit more sang-froid!"I wonder if I. It is the killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in a combat situation, such as this one. Weapons are only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill, and instead your enemy will kill you instead. This would be bad and would really piss the good Fairy Lydia off. No cake for you! Do not fight to die, but fight to win and let someone else die. Hoo-raah!" I Shouted..