Dave knew pictures like he was taking looked even better if there were just a few hints of paint on plain skin. Dipping finger into her paint holder h... told her what he was doing. He swiped her thighs and the back of her legs in a few places with a short stripe of paint.Then, he told her how great she was doing. When she beamed he put a single line of paint on her left cheek and a hint of a line above her right eyebrow.Then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. To his surprise, she responded. "I consciously had left my hand on Kat's should and she hadn't removed it."So, either one of you want to stroke it for a bit," I took my hand off it as an open offer.Dana immediately leaned over and put her hand on my shaft."Holy shit," she said with a snort. "My hand won' fit around it!" "That's okay, you can use two hands if you want," I turned to Kat, "Or, both of you could play with it."Dana had re-positioned herself onto the the picnic tables bench seat in between my legs.She put both her. If you are not going anywhere, could you wake me up in thirty minutes so that I don’t sun burn myself?” Again he answered in the affirmative. “Ok, great sweetie. Ok the other favor, would you mind coming down here and putting lotion on my back. I am already feeling too weak to do so myself.”Stephen stood for a second before stammering yes. Jodi Lynn looked at him and grinned slightly. As he was climbing down the tree she said to him, “Guess I’ll be doing you a favor, too.” She said this. I shoved my hand in my pouch, brushing through the clay balls, searching for one with the X carved into it. My nimble fingers felt a spiral and then a chevron. I didn’t need a damiana bomb or acacia bomb. The last sticky bomb had not worked out well.And then I felt the X. The sleeping bomb.I yanked it out as I reached the fight. Shards of rocks burst through the air, smashed by the dragon. Rubble covered the ground. Faoril’s magic flew around me. She was doing so much amazing things. She.