Joan walked around me, looking me up and down,a hand reached out and slid across my skin. "So beautiful," she said.It felt like fire everywhere she to...ched, and I began to squirm innervous anticipation. Those fingers glided around the narrow curve ofmy waist, down my flat stomach, across my wide hips, and lower. Mypulse was quickening, my temperature rising. Those fingers slid gentlybut determinedly across my labia, already slick with my own juices."My, my," Joan said. "So wet already. You must. Scarlett yanks off his coat then starts unbuttoning his waiste coat followed by his shirt. Revealing a hot muscular chest, she bites her lip. You like? he asks sitting up so he can kiss at her neck aigen. mmmm so much she says her hands gently tracing his chest feeling ever muscle. He lets his shirt and waiste coat fall onto the sofa behind him, his chest only coved by a loosely done up tie. Scarlett could feel his cock hard under her, maybe we should play a game she though. She got to her. “Tristan I’m going to go take a quick shower. I can’t stand the scent of smoke on me. Make yourself at home. We’ll talk when I get back.”“That we will.” Tristan leaned lazily against the wall, his arm going around one of the pillars in the great hall.Damon chuckled and started for the stairs but stopped and turned back to look at Tristan. “Are you just gonna stand there?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll just…look around.”“Suit yourself.” Damon said and dashed up the stairs. Tristan. She looked pleasant but plain, neither ugly nor beautiful, closer to pretty."She might sell to you, Ned." Yes, maybe she would." I think you should go in alone. I'll go back and wait for you outside the ladies room."The store was impersonal, a branch of one of the big chains. I stopped in front of the condom display. The names and packaging meant nothing to me; my sole experience with rubbers had been limited to one whore in Amsterdam, who had supplied them herself. I felt like a little kid.