He stroked a large hand along his straining shaft as he watched her touch herself. He moved over Ivy stroking his finger across a nipple, feeling her ...hudder at his touch. She moaned out his name. Her fingers slid into his silky dark hair pulling him down until their mouths met. Her tongue licked along the crease of his lips then her teeth tugged at his bottom lip. He tasted like cinnamon and orange as their tongues dueled. King felt good in her arms and against her body as his hands slid under. At last I allowed my self to touch her, gingerly sliding my fingers along the skin of her calves, up to her knees. As if by magic, they softly parted, and my breath caught - my eyes riveted to the cloth covering her “special place” as she calls it. As her legs spread a little, the cloth became taut and slid up just a little, revealing another inch of her thighs. Also, it wafted her scent up to me - a heady mix of her natural aroma and the body oil that she used when she took a bath before. Theys asked if the could treat her some drinks and she accepted. the last thing she has in mind that she got more and more tired, the pain in her feet gone away and she felt like she starts to fly. the guys (and the whole crowd) was sneer at her but she was already to tired to notice that. after she fel asleep in the barroom two of the guys pulling her in the table, spread her legs, rise her skirt and rip of her string "look, what kind of smooth and well shafed cunt she got!" said one of them.. "Just you got to be ready to listen, and most people don't hear too good."Mark knew that Jackie cherished the memory of Brother Erasmus, as well, but the whole thing was a little too far out to drop the idea on her, just yet. "He seems like a pretty good dog," Mark commented. "Maybe all he needs is a good meal, and he'll be on his way." I don't know," Jackie said again. "But, you know, he sort of puts me in mind of Cumulus." Can't be," Mark smiled, realizing Jackie was softening. "He's nowhere.