Your legs start to twitch as you come down from such and intense orgasm. I raise my head and you can see the look of hunger on my face as I start to m...ve up your torso. Like a predator stalking its prey almost. I kiss along your navel, and up to your chest. I kiss, and suck on your perfect breasts. I swirl my tongue around your nipples, hardened with excitement. I continue up your chest to your neck, and as our eyes finally meet, you feel pressed against you. We kiss again, and this time we let. Following that he turned with aflourish to give the crowd another cheerful acknowledgement. The roar ofapproval was nearly deafening and Derek thought he was getting aheadache from it."Is all that good ale getting to you, big brother?" Ilene questionedwith the mock concern many women show when their men begin suffering theeffects of drinking too much."Just the noise," He avowed with a half guilty show of teeth that mighthave been a smile. Or gritted teeth. At that point, not even he was. With a good-bye to Kola and Caitlin and a water skin thrown over my shoulder, I led them off. We headed up the hill in the direction that Kola and I had come from and after a steady jog of a couple of hours, we found ourselves back out on the plains. Then while we all paused for a drink and a catching of our breath, I dug out my spy glass and had a look around. As it turned out luck was with us still and I was able to spot a herd of bison about a mile away. It put a smile on everyone's faces. . are *you*?" Billy managed to gasp out while catching his breath. "Oh, it's just a little sumthin' I brew up from time to time. It's called feywine, and a lucky mortal it is that's havin' a sup of it. As fer who I am, the name is Patrick Shamus O'Toole, but me friends call me Patty. What I am is as plain as that big sniffer in the middle of yer face, laddie-buck. I'm a leprechaun, and to answer yer next question, I'm here on a little private business of me own. There's somethin' I've.