“So why don’t you have a girlfriend ... or do you?”“Like I said, they were my drug,” the older girl answers. “I never met someone before w...o share my erotic desires and wishes.”“Mmm, I know what you mean,” Jane replies, lost in thought as she purses her lips to one side as if inhaling Ursula’s sexual aroma. Then she shifts one leg under the other, causing her nightie to ride up her thighs. Ursula is certain she can smell the girl’s scent. “Of course, I think I may have just been holding out for. Greg sat there just gazing upon his wife's face, so close to his own and so beautiful. He thought she looked absolutely divine at these times with the last rays of sunlight illuminating her face and making her skin almost glow.Soon, though, the dusk faded into night, and the lovely vision before him grew harder and harder to see. Still, as long as he could still feel her body against his own and knew that he would wake up to her face again in the morning, he had no cause to complain."You know. He paused. He held no doubts that VonHaden and the rest of Ragnor wanted him dead. He still needed more information in order to try to salvage what he could. How strong was the opposition? Were his troops holding out? He thought hard, and then nodded. His mind made up, he quickly walked back to his bedroom."That's the last building. The General is not here in this residential cavern," Tarra said to the rest of the team. Tarra was frustrated. Dumitrescu was the one individual that they really. You trust me, don't you?" She could not respond, but she let him help her onto the table. He took his time working her shoulders and back."Missy, we never massage anywhere you don't want us to. But you know, your legs and your bottom have muscles that will get sore, too. Do you want me to massage anywhere else?" When she did no reply, he asked "How about if I start on your lower legs while you decide?"As shy and as nervous as Missy was, she had never felt anything as good as what Paul had done.