I work out regularly, so my ass is pretty shapely too. I wish my thighs and calves were a bit stronger, but my husband says my legs are perfect the wa... they are. While I still did not think anything was going to happen between me and Mark, I was glad that I took my high heels shoes with me. I decided to ditch the pantyhose and wear them on bare legs. I felt sexy and confident in my suit and high heels.So, Mark picked me up and we went to the trade fair. He was very elegant, and I felt some. His lips curled back with pleasure at the aroma and his dick started poking in and out of its sheath. It was not that fat, in fact it was more slender than most human dicks, but it had the most amazing corkscrew spiral at the tip. It jerked back and forth, oozing precum, and the end too, seemed to turn in circles. The room was filled with a wild smell. (In very small amounts boar scent is added to some perfumes as an aphrodisiac, in larger amounts it assaults the senses and seems to go directly. “Fucking phone,” he muttered.Paige and I hopped on our midget bed… that’s probably a politically incorrect way of saying that. Sorry. I meant our fucking midget bed. We bumped elbows as we checked our phones for messages and such. “I’m about to goddamn fall off.” I elbowed Paige’s boob in an effort to get her to move over. It’s a nice boob, I've always liked it. “You want an elbow in the balls, mister? I’m on the edge already.” We settled into an uneasy peace.Shelby emerged sometime later from. Still, as you talked - and we moved along the shadowy path, deeper into the woods than I had intended to go - I traced the outline of my dagger against my thigh and found a comforting sense of safety in its lines and the coolness of the steel against my skin. As my fingertips followed the pattern of pommel to blade and back - in subconscious infinity loops over the quillions - I find my thoughts wandering back to the gap in your trousers and your thighs, and the heat of your breath on my cheek.