"Hey!"I felt her freeze, as if caught doing something wrong."Aren't you even going to say hello to me?" Jack! Are you feeling better?" Much better, th...nk you. Where do you think you're going?" I have to use the bathroom." Are you coming back?" If you want." Hurry back."She came in the room a few minutes later. Her face had been scrubbed and her hair had that shine it gets from brushing the hell out of it. She had a big grin on her face.The grin faded a bit when I got out of bed and made my own. This past two weeks aren't real. Twenty years ago I spent all my time being Allan Quatermain or Richard Hannay or Rudolph Rassengyll or Professor Challenger. Now I've not been in Scotland nor in Africa nor in Ruritania, but I've been on a real adventure ... and been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn't know what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a. As she slowly recovered, she finally felt clean. The gentleman's juices were no longer in her body; all traces of him had been removed. She was never going to be at a man's mercy again. She relaxed and let the water flow over her skin.She wasn't sure how long she had been in the lake. It must have been for some time because the sun was now high in the sky. She groaned as she realised that she still hadn't sorted out her clothes and it was getting later in the day. The lake had been too inviting. Je suis sûr que vous êtes déjà en érection, et que vous n'avez qu'une seule envie : m'acheter une de mes petites culottes. Mais vous serez encore plus excité quand vous saurez que moi aussi ça m'excite énormément ... Imaginez vous que des filles se masturbent en reniflant vos dessous : c'est assez excitant ... Moi c'est pareil : quand je pense que des hommes m'imaginent en train de porter des strings ou des culottes, que mes petites parties intimes frottent le tissu, et attendent avec.