He lookedfor the other signs that al-Jamal must have noticed. He tucked the skirts of his galabiyya betweenhis legs and squatted. Stewart knew he would lose most ofthem unless he could bring them to the water. Gordon ignored these marks of affliction, the curses and supplicationsof the mothers, and took his place at the head of the squad.
She locked her thighs round his hips, and felt him burrowing into thesilken nest of curls at the fork of her legs. Disrobe, he ordered. Yes of course. His baymare was as adept as her rider.
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