He hopped in to the car, really grateful for the ride. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was young, well built, with perky pecs and hard nipples...from the cold, dripping wet T-shirt, he had a nice bulge in those tight wet jeans. As we drove off, he commented on me being shirtless and said that he felt really uncomfortable in his wet clothes, did I mind if he took off the wet T-shirt like I had done! Of course I said "Go ahead! He pulled off his tight wet T and I noticed that his chest was. But it is not all rivers of wine and ballads of joy in the realm of Jocasta. Dark and dangerous lurk beneath it's surface. Orc parties are raiding village after village along the Widow's Coast, noblemen poison, scheme and assassinate each other in their eternal game of power with little care for the common folk, anti-magic zealotry is growing to a fever pitch, the slave trade is alive and well in the Malenkii Empire especially for beautiful lithe elven women and there are whispers of. ’ She steps inside and closes the door quickly. Nonplussed, he stands in the empty hallway and puts his eye up to the peephole. He knocks slowly. ‘Yes?’ Her sweet voice chirps from the other side of the doorway. ‘Tara?’ He says. ‘Yes? Who iiiiis it?’ ‘Aaron.’ ‘Aaron who?’ ‘Aaron going to kick your ass when you open this door. So…uh…open the door?’ ‘Doesn’t sound tempting, Aaron Going-To-Kick-Your-Ass. Are you Native American? How exotic.’ Muffled laughter from his side of the door. ‘Tara. I. With a smile, I sat up and drew my hands back to unclasp my bra. I let it fall forward before tossing it to the floor, exposing my breasts to him. They were quite large given the rest of my body, and the sight made him grin. Damien leaned down once more and placed a quick kiss on my lips before he made me lay back again. I found him sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and he was gently spreading my legs. I closed my eyes and let the rest of my senses take over, I could feel his breath.