Under his hood were slightly glowing red eyes and if he smiled, fangs were clearly visible. Fellgist were a rare sight outside of their mountain homes...and were known for being brutal isolationists. His people were rough, tribal, and territorial. Outsiders were rarely welcome and those that weren't were repelled with extreme prejudiced. He gave another exasperated sigh and tossed back his hood and stepped into the room. The bartender was sputtering but the serving wench moved with purpose and. Slim and toned versus fat and luscious. Tanned and sharp compared with creamy and soft. Apple-breasts perked at melons as the classical northern European beauty took in the half-shrouded Gypsy Goddess.Each bore the trademarks of muscle--Rikki's were well-developed and buried under fat, the Blonde's were smaller, but concealed under the thinnest imaginable layer. Both were irresistibly sexy, each in their own way. Complete with the most luxuriously long hair.I dubbed her "Amway II", because the. She looked good; trim, attractive and workman-like. Of course, I'm biassed. I did point out to her that barges are not known for cleanliness and her smart outfit would soon be stained with sea-water and Stockholm tar, but she just smiled.We encouraged the punters to select a life-jacket and fit it. We didn't expect them to wear them routinely, but when you need the thing is not the time to worry about how to put it on, or to get the straps the right length. One of the punters appeared to be. When we used to take the dogs out she used to walk so close to me we was touching, when we was watching films we started cuddling on the sofa almost spooning and when we cooked dinner she used to like go by me but rub herself against me I thought about fucking her more and more with all the time we spent together but thought it was just me being a guy with my brain in my cock.a few months of her staying we was cooking dinner one day when she said she was going to get in the bath but by the time.