We sat down with the map and plotted out our first day's journey. Tonya had some precise knowledge of the area from when she had served on the Fringe,...and the Pleiad had a fair idea of where Elizabeth Smith was located. It didn't come as much of a surprise to me to learn that Elizabeth had named the settlement she founded as 'New London'.Oh yes, I forgot to mention that one of the items in the trunks was my fiddle. It had made the trip in good shape. The instrument was traveling even better. Distant sounds of car horns and loud music quietly filled the room. I looked down at the ivory sheets that covered my naked body and suddenly, like a sack of bricks to the face, I rememberd where I was. The feel of last night's escapades still lingered in my mouth....Five years. Five years down the drain. All the 'what-ifs' and the 'could'ves and shoud'ves' still on my mind. It had been two weeks since Brandon and I broke up and I was no lesser heartbroken. My friends, who fel I had enough time. "I suppose so - but one has to start somewhere! A journey of a thousand miles begins with just a single step. And she doesn't look too bad, especially if the lighting is satisfactory and you view her from the right angle." With your eyes closed is the best way to look at her!" replied the unkind Princess in a voice loud enough for the captive to hear."Another disappointment is that she is not naked like you." complained the dragon. "I shall miss looking at your nice tits, that tanned flat. He laid back and I began to bob my head onto him. I ran my hands over his hairless chest. His cock hit the back of my throat and I kept going, sucking him deep into my throat. I let my tongue out and licked his balls as he was completely down my throat. “Baby, stop or I’m gonna cum.” I didn’t stop. I wasn’t going to waste this. I wanted, no I needed, his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to swallow him. I had to have it. I kept sucking his cock. I was now holding onto his hips, I wanted.