I feltmy body jerk and drew in a startled gasp as he began to touch my inner thigharea, as he touched my cunt lips he exclaimed, sounding surprised an... delighted. "You'realready soaking wet!! I knew you'd love this you slut!!" a steady wetness had begun deep insideme and was definitely moistening my thighs. Why now? How could I be so turnedon! Why was I so wet? I could feel my cunt pulsing and wanting to be touchedbadly, damn I hoped he didn't notice. Was he right? Was I a slut? It had. Ted shook his head. ‘Actually, I’ve been one for two years, now,’ he said, ‘compliments of my daughter and her husband. How is your family?’ ‘The…the kids are fine,’ Nancy said. ‘Both of the boys are in graduate school, and my daughter is in eighth grade.’ Ted shook his head. ‘I still find it hard to believe a woman as young-looking and lovely as you are has children in junior high school, much less graduate school,’ he said. ‘How is your husband?’ Nancy took a deep breath. ‘George…he…he died a. "We ate food by the roaring wall fire. It was some sort of mutton stew, the tastes harsh and brutal by the refined standards of elvish cooking but I had long ago grown use to such succour. Around us other travellers drank, ate and sang along to the slightly out-of-tune minstrel on a high stool by the bar.There was talk too. I heard snippets of conversation, pulled at random from the chaotic noise of the inn. Farmer Bradshaw had built his cowshed from stone salvaged from the old monastery and. "A good relaxing bath works wonders for rejuvenating the body."Little took the box from her. Yeah maybe Melissa would appreciate this more, provided he got her to put the damn stuff in the bath first."You should treat yourself as well," the shopkeeper said. "You look a little tense if you don't mind me saying. Do you spend a lot of time in front of a computer?" Is it that obvious," Little smiled, visibly moving his shoulder joint."There's a certain tenseness that creeps into the shoulders from.