He's leaning against a tree, a milk-white war destrier nuzzling with my palfrey. He's taller than most men, at least six feet. His skin is pale as his...horse. Though his hair is like spun silver, his face is unlined and unscarred like a boy's. His body though, is no boy's body: hard and heavily muscled like the mounted knights my father commands. I feel the power in that body, both human strength and something else, and subconsciously take a step backwards, my eyes demurely downcast.I spread my. .. everyone was sleeping...On the way downstairs Stacy regretted, not for the first time, the decision to stay home and go to the community college instead of to a University like her friends. But how could she leave her family while they were struggling like this. Her mom was on SS benefits for a back injury some years ago and her father had just had a mild heart attack a few months ago. It was her duty to stay and get a job to help out financially, right? Stacy found herself wishing, also not. Came back to the hotel. Took bath and went to the bar around 6.45. I texted her the table number and ordered a beer for myself.At around 7.10 she arrived. What a gorgeous lady! She’s young! She’s beautiful! She’s hot as fuck!!! She was wearing a black mini skirt and a white top. She came to my table and greeted me. We had a formal hug.She ordered a couple of vodkas for herself and we had a chat. The conversation was engaging and she seemed quite intelligent. Coming to the main part she said. This becomes as advantage for us.First thing, I like to tell that this incidents though I term it as story will not be shorter one like many other fiction stories, this will be definitely lengthy as there are lot of things needs to described in detail. This is not a fiction story where in the first paragraph narrates about the beauty of wives and in second paragraph where one couple boldly tells to other couple and instantly they agree and gets into sex in front of each other without any logic.