Of course, Adas mused, the Princes had no gifts either thatthey had not plied to Lord Del Rachid. So perhaps they do not meanphysical gifts? But what ...f any value could I give to a Princess? Whatquality as a husband? Love? No, I know her not. Pride? The Princes havefar more than I could ever attain. All I am is a pauper with foolishhopes and dreams...Finally, he hit apon his answer. "All I have to give is my imagination." Imagination," the first looked to the other. "Is a commodity seldomseen. "Do you always do that?" John asked looking at her small body and he knew this was Jena's best friend from school. Sara had been a cheerleader her entire life and he couldn't help admiring her firm body.Sara laughed and moved to John's other side. "Only after a nice cold beer or a good blow job!" She laughed again when she saw John choke on his beer."Sara, you're a slut!" Jena teased as she reached to hug John next to her excited young body. "You'll have to excuse her, she broke up with her. “We’re going to walk down to the end,” Lara announced.James stood up behind her. “Are you two coming?”Before we could answer, Lara shrieked. “James, quit it!” Evidently he had tickled her.“I’ll stay here,” I slurred. I wasn’t sure if I should walk down to the railing just then, given my state of drunkenness.“All right, we’ll be back in a bit.”James and Lara strolled off. Instead of going with them like I expected, Julie scooted over next to me, propping her legs up on the bench.“You’re quiet. I heard him place his glass on the counter than felt his hands running up my thighs, over my hips and around to my ass. His hands felt so good as he explored my body and with each heated moment my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Wanting him to touch me more I slide my right leg up around his hip and around behind him to give him access that I so needed now. In this position he eased his right hand between my legs and started rubbing my wet pussy and clit. The feeling was just as good if.