Closing my eyes and warming to my naughtiness as I touched myself, my thoughts drifting to my meeting of three men in the hotel bar.After one drink I ...ensed their need of me and I felt giddy with the idea of all three men nude, erect and desperate to take their turn in possessing me, one mounting and the other two standing, stroking and desirous, I would watch them as they prepared their manhood's for insertion, my nakedness gratifying their desirous watching as their friend worked his to. HAVING MY TOUNGE TOUCHING ANOTHER MANS TONUGE WAS A VERY NEW EXPERIENCE FOR ME MY HEART WAS BEATING SO FAST AND I FELT SO NERVOUS THAT I WAS A LITTLE DIZZY JANET WAS YELLING LIKE A CHEERLEADER AS I CLOSED MY EYES AND JUST FORGOT WHO I WAS AS I WAS KISSING ALEX LONG AND HARD AS OUR TONGUES MASSAGED ONE ANOTHER AND I HAD TO REMEMBER TO BREATHE.MY HANDS BEGAN TO CARESS HIS CHEST AND HIS ABS WHILE SQUEEZING HIS ASS I COULD FEEL OUR COCKS THROBBING AND BEGINNING TO STRETCH OUT THE THONGS WE WERE. Reaching across, I put my hand on your hip and slowly start to draw circles in the cloth of your pajamas, big thick pink pajamas that you have to keep out the cold. My heart is racing, bang, bang in my chest. I was half expecting you to brush away my hand but you do not react. I trace the same circles on the smooth round arc of your bottom and down your leg, as I move my hand back up I trace the seam that runs up your inner thigh until I feel the warmth between your legs. You move slightly,. ?Let?s say I DID feel something. Why should I trust you?? ?Because I am the only one who can save you from the Willow-Were!? ?What the hell is a ?Willow-Were??? I demanded. ?The Willow-Were is the ghost that has haunted this dwelling ever since Sir Gervase murdered the true owners of Becknall!? she replied. ? More precisely it is an unholy combining of the souls of the Lord Acwellan and his wife, the Lady Elswyth. Understand me, Miss Morrison?it is neither Acwellan, NOR his wife, but something.