Brads body was still gorgeous as fuck. As I looked down I could see his muscular shoulder on top his spine which lead to that nice, firm round butt I ...ucked the last time. He must have noticed me looking down because he looked up, smiled and said "Somebody is ready" as he pulled down my boxers. My cock almost slapped him in the face. He kissed the tip and started playing with my balls. The feeling of his long, cold fingers around my balls was just heaven. I ran my fingers through his wavy hair. You’re free.”“Free?” The word croaked out of me, scaring me. Free ... Me?He nodded his head and then kissed me on the forehead.“I see you’ve gravitated to the naked girl, brother mine,” a woman said.My head whipped around. A Zeutchian beauty stepped up to the slave cart. She wore pink robes that left her arms bare and her cleavage exposed. Twin braids of golden hair fell down her back. A tattoo of a vine, covered in pink flowers, wrapped around her right arm. More vines adorned her left breast,. ) We got as many bottles of as many kinds of wine we could carry, each popping the cork on one to sip on as we walked, straight out of the bottle like unabashed Americans on a long overdue holiday. As the sun began to dip behind the colorful stucco buildings, a trio of musicians started setting up near the fountains. I looked at you. You nodded in a way that let me know that you’d humor me…as usual. I smiled and jumped and dragged you closer to them to sit by one of the fountains beside them. . Deidre knew she didn’t really owe this girl an explanation, but she’d try any way. ‘Cynthia, can we please talk alone? This is private.’ Deidre asked.Cynthia looked at her sisters in arms and nodded. The other two ladies left them alone. ‘So what is it, Deidre? What do you need to say?’ Cynthia asked angrily. ‘Look, you have to know that I loved that man. I loved him with all that I have within me, but he was too intense. He had a hard time letting me breath. At first, I loved it, but then I.