Annie was there for sex; they both knew it. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. As he moved a hand from her bottom to her breasts her mobil... rang again. Annie cursed but still pulled back to retrieve it. “I told you I was busy,” she snapped at the person at the other end.Larry withdrew his hand from her breast and ran it around the back of her skirt as a conversation developed between her and the person on the other end of the phone. “It’s none of your business what I’m doing,” she. A change of scene would help.Before I dealt with excessive drinking, however, I wanted to have a final binge. From Bangkok, I flew to Greece and took a ferry boat out to the islands where I had enjoyed myself so many years ago. (See Chapter 4) I planned to spend a couple of weeks wandering from island to island and then continue on to the United States where I would begin the rest of my life.My vacation didn't go well. I spent my first two nights on an island alone in my hotel room with a. "Come on - it was a fucking turn on and you looked so hot playing with yourself". "Oh yeah' she said, eyeing me suggestively. She backed her way over to the sofa, hitched up her skirt and whipped her panties off as she sat down and spread her legs. "I'm charge now though, get over herald get to work". Her fingers toying with her clit. Well, I didn't need telling twice and I was soon standing in front of her frantically trying to undo my trousers. "No, no, no, on your knees!" she ordered. I. Her skin was stark white, her eyes pink, her hair silvery in color. She smiled at Merry.Karl's opponent became visible, his skin the color of polished marble. He was ruggedly handsome, tall and muscular. "We seldom battle intruders," he chuckled. "More often than not our very appearance frightens most away. You two are quite brave to stand against us."Karl offered his hand and they shook solemnly. "I am Prince Karl of Vard. My betrothed is Princess Merry of Lancshire. How do I call you?" I am.