Should you wish still to release me upon your return, that is your right.” Vilja stood, put a hand on the bigger girl’s steel-clad arm. “No, Lyd...a. Don’t go. Don’t make her leave, Shrelle.” I knew enow about Nordic honour that the stigma of dismissal from a thane’s service would be almost unbearable for a housecarl, and I would wish that on no one. Besides, as Vilja observed regularly, I was ‘quite fond of Lydia’. “I do not give you leave to go, Lydia. Please sit. I would have you thoughts on. She wasn't wearing her bra. Her perky tits greeted me, her nipples already hard. Her tits felt natural in my hand, but for the first time I knew they were fake based on their shape. I don't know if another woman has ever made me this turned on. I don't remember the last time a man made me feel so sexy. Our hands explored each other, however we were still keeping it PG-13. She fondled my breasts, caressed them in her soft hands. I wanted to feel her hands between my legs, but for now they stayed. ... "so everyone can have a good perv over you."Yvonne did as her husband suggested. Her shoulders going back and her breasts naturally thrusting forward as she leaned back on her elbows in a semi-reclining position.With closed eyes, Yvonne tipped her head back so that her thick, dark hair fell luxuriously over her shoulders. She felt the warm sun soaking her half undressed body, and felt so sexually sensual.Rob glanced around and noted almost everyone looking in their direction. There were two. "I should shave, I think. Would you like me better?" She bit her lip and pulled at her pubis with her fingers, pressing her palm against her flat tummy."There's a razor in the medicine cabinet," Wolfgang told her, taking the excuse to turn his head and that made Eva smile. She wanted him to look at her."Will you do it for me?" she asked him."You've never shaved before?" Wolfgang drew a small breath as he looked at her."I have," Eva shrugged, "but I want to be spoiled. Please?" Perhaps I should,.