Then she jumped, squeezing her thighs together. "It begins again, Balor!"He lifted her, setting her astride the horse, her bottom pressed firmly again...st his groin. Pulling the edges of his cloak apart, he let his hand linger on her breast, pulling and twisting at her nipple that had grown quite hard in the cool of the evening breeze. His other hand stole determinedly between her thighs, his fingers pressing against the hard bud of her clit. "Rub against my hand, Luria," he whispered into her. I lowered my bottom again and covered his erection withmy dress. I felt it tamping against my belly andreached down under the dress to bend it downwardslightly.The thing felt like a stiff, warm handle, and resistedbeing bent. I had to throw out my chest and jut my rearend upward in order to point the fat thing correctly,and could not relax until it had started to go in.It went nicely. I could feel the ripple of pleasurerunning through his body, and worked my knees backfather on the seat so that. Barbara could see that Tim was quite shaken from the experience. Then it dawned on her; Tim didn't know what to do.Tim Drake has always been considered one of the brightest members of the superhero community. But the problem was he had no Mom and his Dad had always been busy with work. Tim was nothing more that a super geek when he stumbled on to the Batman's secret. Bruce had made him a fighting machine. No one had been around to teach him about girls. Barbara Gordon settled into her chair and. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her lost love and concerns for the future. Many men would welcome the chance to bed her, marry her, breed from her, but how was she to.