He sat downat the bar to finish his drink, and tried to act like nothing hadhappened. "You want another one sweetie? Rodge paid for your othersalready... so no need to close out if this one is your last," the bartendersaid with a smile, Jim's mind was racing, did she know what had justhappened, did he clean himself up enough, with his heart racing, hechugged the beer. "Oh that was nice of him, no I'm good I still have toget some shopping done," he said before getting up and leaving the bar.He. Firm. No bra; ever; and a preference for wearing singlets that would always indicate her level of arousal. And Lips! Sweet, lovely lips, full and perpetually curled in a smile than melted my heart.But it was the eyes. Every time my eyes met hers, I lost my train of thought. I lost track of who I was, and where I was, and what I was doing. Nothing mattered except the fact that my eyes met hers.The meeting dragged on; past dinner, and into the evening. Eventually, it became evident that we. On that particular day she was wearing a thin white colour top and short red skirt which flaunted her lovely fair n slender legs. Then when she sat on the sofa and spread her legs very suggestively I noticed that she was not wearing any underclothes as I could see her pink slit sparsely covered with pubic hair and her nipples straining through her top…guess this hot girl had come fully prepared for quick action. She motioned me to kneel in front of her and pleasure her completely. I started by. Honey fit right into the motley crowd making them forget she was an outlander and British at that. Her French was comfortable and she tried her best to be respectful to each and every fighter with whom she entered into conversation. The men were a lot more accommodating than the women and she was certain it was because she was a female with a little bit of spark left and not one of the poor resistance females who looked like they had just gotten out of solitary confinement.She checked over the.