When we get to the lunch room, Jay splits off to get lunch and Michelle and I head to a table. So did you and Jay fuck before? I ask Michelle. She br...aks out in a hit of laughter, shes laughing so hard shes grabbing her stomach. Whats up with her babe? Jay asks on my left side sitting down. haha…she…she&hellip,.ask if we..fuck before.. Michelle replies still laughing her head off. Jay throws his head back and laughs loudly. He looks so carefree and hot that I lean up a little and kiss his. I see your eyes drop downwards as I take a sip of my wine. Suddenly aware of what I am doing, I feel my face flush with embarrassment. I quickly pull my free hand off my breast, where I had been gently caressing my nipple, and pull my shirt over to cover myself. Putting down your glass you stretch your arm out across the countertop and pull my shirt open again. You look deep into my eyes as you gently graze your fingertips along the underside of my breast, then trail one fingertip across my. Trying to keep in mind that I wasn't his, not in this world, and that he had every reason to think I was either deranged or evil, I kept a vacuous smile on my face, held out my hand, and introduced myself to him. I made eye contact, and felt a bit overwhelmed. He was way more gorgeous than in the game, but they got the expressiveness of his face dead on. And I was right - he was huge. It was hard to tell exactly when he was in plate armour, but he towered over me, and I hadn't ever thought of. I’ve never read it. Any good?” She re-crossed her legs and this time a few inches of thigh were exposed.“Um, yeah, actually it is. I don’t know just how accurate he is, I mean, the forward says that a lot of what he writes is disputed, but it’s just so well written. I mean it’s just beautiful prose.” I gave her a wry smile. I didn’t want to sound like some intellectual, but the writing is really just that, beautiful prose, not simply a history book. In some ways, it reminds me of Shakespeare,.