You moan softly again as I start to massage your legs or at least I believe that to be the reason. I am more then taking my time with washing you, ou... showers together have got to be one of my more favored thing to do together. Suddenly I have this feeling that the water for some reason was getting a bit warmer then normal and I look up at you only to be caught in a long, hard stream of your piss. I jump back startled and with that you also startle causing your stream to die. I lick my lips. Remarkably, he saw Pompeil walking toward him. He'd expected the man to sleep for several days before emerging from the comfortable confines of the large house at the center of the village."I trust that your accommodations are adequate?" Yeah, does the trick. Kinda surprised that you bothered, Pomp." Pom..." The merchant began to correct him, and then shrugged it off. "I owe you a debt. My reputation depends upon repaying my debts."Mindblind rolled his eyes. "Figured that was how it was. I'm. Miss! You dropped something.” Someone shouted from behind me. I turned my head to see who they were talking to and the woman pointed down by my feet. My attention focused to the ground in front of me and the hottie I’d just been drooling over who was now bent down retrieving the ticket I had dropped. He was so close to my legs that I could feel his warmth on my golden skin. He stood up slowly, his gaze obviously taking in every inch of my legs, then up my stomach. Once he reached my chest he. She'd written on the walls. I don't mean like graffiti. In random places on the walls were snippets of poetry. This wasn't her poetry. The entirety of Noyes' "The Highwayman" was neatly penned along one side of her door.The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,And the highwayman came riding—Riding—riding—The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.The whole thing.