He lies deep inside, I stroke his back lightly. “I wasn't expecting that.” I whisper, in a low, almost exhausted voice. “Nor me… But it was ...loody amazing.” He flashes me a cheeky smile. “I've never done this before, oh but it was so good.” I blush, looking into his sea of blue eyes. We groan slightly when I say I have to get back to work. He helps me dress; I make sure he looks decent. He goes out first, sitting down. I come to the table, hearing the end of his excuse of where he’s been. He. With a low growl he lowered his head and took it in his mouth. All the while he kept moving the ice cube around, around. She’d closed her eyes, focusing all of her senses on the gentle scrape of his tongue against her skin and the smoothness of the ice cube as he traced patterns on her skin. As he began moving his hand lower across her abdomen her breath quickened, her stomach tightened and unconsciously she arched her back ever so slightly. Following his hand with his mouth he worked his way. On the third try, Bran surged forward, expecting the fire-haired female to try the same trick again. This time, Bran mashed his face against Tabatha's time shield and was flung backward a short distance to land on his ass."That'll learn ya, durn ya," Tabatha snorted as she stared down at him. She smirked as she glanced up his loincloth at his penis, then turned around and walked away, easily picking her way over the uneven terrain.She didn't get far, though. Bran was up and after her in only a. We only lived a few miles down the road. Dan told me to go home and put on his clothes and boots plus a hat. It was a nice try but I knew it wasn't going to work. Dan is about 6' tall and 200 pounds. He asked if I remembered his Halloween dance costume when he dressed as Abraham Lincoln. He insisted that with wearing an old shirt of his with a loose vest and the beard from his costume, nobody would pay any attention to me. He gave me the puppy dog look with his eyes and I agreed to try it. But.