“I’m glad you came, Vic.” We went into the living room. Jill Banks was sitting in a chair. She was wearing a very nice dress. Mrs. Banks was als...o fifty. She was not a beauty but not a dog either. She was five three and weighed about 160. She had large breasts that her bras had to work hard to keep in shape. She gave me a big smile and said Hi Vic.After a couple minutes of talk that did not mean anything, Jill looked at me and asked if Don, that was Mr. Banks, had talked to me about what she had. “So this is the traitor?” Vera asked quizzically.“Yes, though Clara herself appears not to be the traitor; rather she’s the victim of a form of parasite,” Morgana replied.“Fortunately she wasn’t high up in the role’s and responsibility levels here. As it is the damage and deaths caused during the Nephilim incursion were bad enough,” Vera sighed.“Do you wish to try the device, Mage Morgana?” Róisín asked.“Yes,” Morgana replied after a moment’s thought. “It might kill the thing, but on the other. Where he moved down between my legs and buried his face into my furry patch. I had no idea this man was into sex in such a way. He was talented and soon had me squirming under his kisses and tongue work. I cried out and gave up a climax which he eagerly sucked and licked till I was nearly ready for a second. Daryl sensed this and moved up to lie at my side. He kissed me on the lips I tasted my own juices on his lips. Daryl was getting bolder with each passing moment. He said in a strong male. They made a pretty picture, peasant maid and lad, both with sun burnished brown hair and sparkling eyes, cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement, framed enchantingly by sunlight and trees… Gwendolyn could feel her heart pulsing madly with the heat of the moment. Looking deep into her amber colored eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, and her eyes closed as his lips caught hers in a kiss. Softly he pressed his lips on hers, fingers still tucked under her chin, and she trembled at his touch,.