“What can I get you to drink? Beer, wine, whiskey, rum?”“Um, a beer would suit me.”“Coming right up.”The bell boy watched as she got a bee... out of the fridge and she poured herself a whiskey. Then she sat down with the drinks.“What’s your name? I didn’t catch it earlier. Ben?” she asked, noticing his name tag.“Yep.”“Well, I’m Morgana—Princess Morgana—but you already knew that.”“I did,” he smiled.“Ben,” she began, “I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I was rude to accuse you of. "I just have around 60 minutes - took me longer than I thought to arrive here."Possibly he's searching for some excuses, but I trust him. He looks fair, decent and honest. What's more, youthful! That’s what I’m desperately looking for. Suddenly, I start to feel highly spirited in his presence. Bigger than what I had imagined, and fit as a fiddle, he has a fresh, innocent and magnetic look about him that truly turns me on. Besides, how can I skip his red hair? I’m wondering what qualities of his. She sighed heavily as hegave her left buttock a gentle squeeze and grunted slightly whenhe gave her right one a mild smack. Shannon pressed herselfagainst Erik's leg as he continued to give her sore ass a deep,soothing massage interrupted by an occasional slap to one cheekor the other.Then he stopped and with deliberate slowness lifted the hem ofher skirt exposing her beautiful panty-clad bottom. Once again,he began alternately caressing and swatting Shannon's cheeks whileshe continued to moan.. ” We both laughed. It helped break the ice.I looked at Jason as he was kneeling on the bed. He shyly looked away and down at the centerfolds he’d saved. I slowly reached out and touched his hard muscular chest. He didn’t push my hand away so I pulled up his tight body shirt and rubbed his abs. A slight bulge was forming under his camouflaged pants. I pulled up his shirt as he lifted his arms. His light honey brown body was smooth and hairless. I rubbed his protruding nipples. He closed.