" Bob said gruffly."And sure now, what makes ye think that I be a Leprechaun. Actually, I amItalian me buck-o." Tell you what Mr. Italian man, I'll r...lease you with your promise that Ican have all your gold. If you are really Italian you could ignore thepromise and just walk away. But, if you were really a Leprechaun you wouldbe bound by that promise and would have to deliver. Now, should I ask foryour promise to give me all your gold?" said Bob."No, no, not that! Please, don't ask me. “Why?”“Baby oil.” They both remembered how Kirk had relished coating her whole body with the stuff several times that day, and knew where she kept it. “That is an EXCELLENT idea.” Her whole face lit up at the suggestion, and she jumped off him, her naked breasts bouncing delectably, bent down to grab the purse, and took it with her while she straddled his thighs again. She rummaged through the contents, and pulled out the bottle, swishing it around for show. “Ta-da!” Karen popped open the top,. Perhaps it really was becoming the oak it had been in his vision.Getting up from the ground, the scholar found his coat and pack. His shirt and pants had been destroyed but the coat was big enough to cover him and his boots were intact.“It is time for me to go, isn’t it?” he said.She smiled and nodded.“I have much to do and so do you. Good journeys, my friend. You have done enough good to last a lifetime this day,” she said, giving him another hug and kiss, “May I see you out of my land?”“Of. Ni diyamaine uss k soft gulabi hont par apne hont rakh diye toh uss k hont bht garamthe usse kiss karne k baad maine uss se pucha ki kaisa laga toh uss ne kaha kacha laga toh mai usse phir se kiss karne laga aur sath mai uss k boobs dabanelaga aur vo bhi meri kiss ko respond karne lagi toh mai uss ki shirt utarnelaga aur shirt utar k mai uss k boobs bra k upar se dabane aur chusne lagamaujhe bht maza aa raha tha aur maine jabi uss ki bra utarde aur uss kboobs itne soft malai jase mai satve.