” “I think we’ve passed that point, you’ve already cheated, with me.” “But you’re a girl,” I argued, pulling my underwear on. “Doesn...��t matter, you’ve given yourself to another person, that’s cheating.” I knew she was manipulating me, but I didn’t care. I wanted to believe her. To believe that having cheated once it wasn’t any greater wrong to do it again. And again. And again. I grabbed my jeans and started putting them on. “I couldn’t sleep with Clark anyway, he’s your husband.” “And he’s. "Get those jeans all the way off... I want you all naked," she teased. "Oh, and by the way, how about getting things bare down there too." Hey, I've got a beard so I figure hair down there just goes along. I did trim, but if I shaved it all off my wife would be wondering...." I thought it looked like you'd done a little weed whacking. I'm just teasing. I like a man with some hair... not a gorilla, but body hair is kinda masculine... kinda sexy."Her blouse fell to my side quickly followed by a. He looked up at me in surprise ‘I… I think it looks old…?’ I nodded. ‘About 600 years I think, perhaps a bit more.’ He gasped, staring at me. ‘You. Don’t look that old…’ ‘I was born about 800 years ago, in Ireland.’ Taking the dagger back from his nerveless fingers, I replaced it in its customary resting place. ‘Listen now, this is the story of how I came to be who and what I am today.’ I waited a few moments as he settled himself. ‘I never knew my parents, they both died when I was very young.. Hazel groaned softly as I returned my lips to hers and kissed her again before working my way down over her chin and the front of her neck, before sliding my tongue into her cleavage. She groaned softly and I felt her body stiffen as I turned my head to one side and ran the tip of my tongue over the corrugated skin surrounding her nipple with. Pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction, I could see that her head was laid back on the couch and her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed laboured.