An agonizing ten minutes went by, and I made my decision. Logic can go to hell, I want her too badly. Quietly I turned around to face Zoe and looked ...er in the eyes. Her eyes widened, as I leaned in and kissed her boldly at first, drinking in those luscious lips. Her eyes closed as we silently kissed, trying not to move too much and wake up the people sleeping around us. As we broke our embrace, we laid there and looked at each other, knowing without speaking what was on our minds. It was. It made the Indians think that they had run into a whole company of soldiers, and they were reluctant to charge that many men until they had time to consult the shamans. So the battle halted, and the smoke had time to clear.There was some confusion among the Comanches leaders about how many enemies they were facing. The scouts reported only 12 horses, 7 saddled and the the rest with packs, hobbled among the trees. This didn't gibe with the number of shots fired by the defenders. Maybe this was. Instead a series of images kept flashing before my mind's eye. The bottle. Its graceful slope and smoothness. Red. The look and smile she gave me. An expectant and knowing look. Lastly, the bottle and Red. Together. In bed. In her cunt. Her body sweaty and taunt as she fucked herself. My hands between my legs now. Rubbing myself. Those images running a loop in my mind. Faster and faster...the loop and my fingers. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum but something held me back. Her words, “Have. “Well, I understand why Hall Dunford is here. He’s a great DM. And the models are here because that’s the whole point of the video. But, I don’t know who you are. Are you some kind of famous D&D player I never heard of? You’re not sick. Are you?”“Sick?” Nick laughed. “Do I look sick?”“No, but you’ve got that stuff about hospitals on the back of your t-shirt,” Casey frowned. “I thought this might be some kind of Make-a-Wish thing ... which would be really sad.”“I’m not sick,” Nick promised her..