It's best if I don't drink."We continued our conversation while she finished up her cigarette. We were almost ready to return inside when a guy joined...us on the patio. Tall, tan, and well muscled, he was the thing wet dreams were made of."Good evening, ladies," he greeted us with a deep resonating voice. "What brings you gorgeous gals out on a beautiful night like this?" It's my birthday." Leslie piped up."Your birthday, eh? Well, may I buy you and your friend a drink, birthday girl?" The name. The night is still, and all you can hear is bugs chirping and the wind blowing. Suddenly a twig snapped, Sasha bolts out of her bedroll and grabs her sword which is laying next to her. She rummages through her pack, and goes through her potions, grabbing one that lets her see in the dark, she drinks it real fast grimacing at the bad tasted as she runs over to Grayson and wakes him up, whispering urgently “Stay where you are, don’t move. We’re not alone. There are bandits here.” As soon as she. Then a red car pulled up and he opened the window and he said: Manon? And I just nodded and went in his car. He asked how I was doing and I couldn’t really react as I was so tense. Didn’t ask any question back to him. But he seemed relaxed. He put a hand on my leg and moved towards my pussy. I got a red head. Didn’t know what to say and do.We stopped 10 minutes later at a quiet spot (but it seemed ages). He got out and I too. Then he walked up to me and looked me in the eye and said: “ok little. You gasp, but don’t pull away. I moan as you pull my head down to yours and your lips brush mine, as you start to pull away I open my mouth and stroke your lower lip with my tongue. A growl escapes my throat as your lips part slightly and my tongue slides in. Slowly I deepen the kiss and pull you harder against me, my fingers tunnel into your hair and a soft moan escapes your lips.“You do want this,” I whisper against your mouth, “admit it.”“I can’t, I shouldn’t.”“You can, you should.”“Marcus,”.