The women who may be the most beautiful, who may like the same things that the men like, and who may have power to attract the minds of others, are he...e done homage to.Drinking PartiesMen and women should drink in one another's houses. And here the men should cause the public women to drink, and should then drink themselves, liquors such as the Madhu, Aireya, Sara and Asawa, which are of bitter and sour taste; also drinks concocted from the barks of various trees, wild fruits and leaves.Going. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only arousal.Kisses on a neck, nibbles on an ear, acts that I haven’t performed on you in so long, now elicit the response that I expected, a sigh as you tilt your head back and to one side. My lips trace down one shoulder as your blouse peels off. A fumble of a belt and a button and my trousers now join the growing pile of discarded clothing. I feel the warmth. You get in on the passenger side and give her a volumptuous kiss and start apologizing. She puts her finger over your mouth and tells you it's OK. It's then that you notice she's wearing a trenchcoat with dark hose and black hi-heels. At this point she open's the trenchcoat to show you that the only thing she's wearing are the barely black thigh-hi's and hi heels. Her tits are perky as usual. You cop a fell of her tits, her soft bush and her luscious thighs as she pulls out of the airport. Blue eyes unfocused as the young man witnessed perfection shining before him. He charged past my brother, sword falling from uncaring fingers. For hours or more, he'd be lost to the beauty Rithi painted in his thoughts.A crossbow twanged.The next soldier clutched at his chest, the bolt punching through chainmail. My brother threw his hand crossbow to the ground as he wheeled Night around to face the last two soldiers. He swept his short sword before him, deflecting the first attack.My heart.