My lips instantly caught hers between them. She groaned softly, grimacing at the still lingering flavor of beer on my tongue and lips, but didn’t pu...l away. Her tiny hands caught onto the front of my shirt and pulled me tighter against her hungry body. I cooly wrapped my fingers around her right wrist, pulling her hand off and guiding it south to the still throbbing rock in my jeans. As her hand cupped over the thick bulge, she pulled her delectable lips away from mine. Her forehead pressed. The myth was probably merely myth, yet her mother seemed to believe so strongly. Dragons … dragons have to be myth … right?She closed her eyes, feeling the peace of her decision wash over her, when she felt the wagon leave the road and bounce. She found the wagon moving near a flowing river. The guards dismounted from their horses, tied them to the wagon and pulled Ariana from the wagon by the rope, then was taken off her. One of the guards took notice of the dark mark on her lower neck and. That was just one way of letting a woman know I was a perv and a wanker. Of course those ladies sold bare-girl mags, so they would probably see quite a few pervs. But reading my mags in my van was a way of being seen ogling them, and where I parked decided who would see me in the act - if at all, because I could be out in the countryside. Of course I only have to look at the pics until ecstasy overcums me, but being seen doing it was even lovelier. So on this day, it had been raining and I was. Cherry loved it, though, and kept pointing to boats down below in the ocean."Look, Johnny, aren't they small?"They were probably bigger than three houses on top of each other but they looked smaller than a toy from up where we were."I bet she's into girls," she said as the stewardess passed by yet again."Ask her," I laughed. "She can only say yes or no."Thankfully she didn't ask and at just after dinner time, we landed in the searing heat at Las Palmas airport. As we only had hand luggage, we.