”“They are very rare,” said Harry. “This is only the third one created in recorded history. And they aren’t exactly transferrable, as they o...ly last the lifetime of the owners.”“It just looks like just a ring to me,” said Arthur.“Oh, no,” responded Molly. “Legend has it that the stone is forged in the Goblin mines from two hairs of the loving couple, then mounted on a ring of rare Goblin gold. The fire within is a reflection of their love for each other, and never dies until they do. It’s said. ’ Ida groaned when his fingers kept going. ‘Jon, I want you Jon. I mean it. I want you.’ Jon smiled. Ida claimed his lips. He removed his fingers—Ida groaned, ‘No, please don’t go.’—and pulled at her spandex shorts, determined to show her how much he loved her. Her small hand stopped him. ‘Say it.’ Ida demanded playfully into his collar bone. ‘Say this means something.’ That is wasn’t some childhood fantasy or bet that would leave her alone in the morning. ‘Say it.’ Jon lifted her face towards. A minute later there is a knock on the door, and John walks over to open the door.Two great looking masseurs walk in, a man and a woman. The man wears a short and a very tight shirt, showing his body very nicely. The woman also wears a short and a small top, that just holds her breasts. They are not as big as Brianna's but they come close. As she walks in her breasts bounce nicely, showing that she is not wearing a bra underneath.They walk over to the side with the massage tables and wait for. As I slid in next to her, she raised her legs over and across my thighs and rested feet over the remainder of the sofa seat. Her halter top unable to contain her breasts with the sides her areoles visible, the outward bulge of her hard nipples, barely, just barely under wraps. Her sheer chiffon skirt had notched up her waist and was folded together in a band around her waist as she squirmed around trying to settle down against the wall and allowed me to get under her legs.Neither of us bothered.