You take your whisky and down it in one. As the haunting voice of Beth Gibbons begins to sing, you start to dance slowly around my chair. I sit back a...d savor my whiskey as I watch you. Your breasts slowly swaying under your dress as you dance, your eyes gently closed, your hands roaming across your own body. By the third track, and after our second whisky you are standing over me in the chair, holding my head in your hands, pulling it to your chest. You turn and sit down lightly in my lap.. Then both sides were absolved of all guilt and could rationalize away the entire incident. Georgia understood all these things with the feminine instinct ingrained in her very bones like a radioactive isotope. She needed no instruction in sexual psychology. She had been forged in the furnace of evolution ... but it certainly didn't make this "first time" good-night any easier on either of them, for Georgia very definitely wanted to be seeing more of this Howard Rogers. And, luckily, she did.In. I laugh and grab the towel and start to dry her off. I can't help but take my time with her breasts and she gives me a look and says "Are you sure you're not the one who isn't playing?" I laugh and tell her that I don't know what she is talking about. We are both dry and I put the towel on the rack to dry.Linda reaches out and takes my dick in her hand. "Can't help myself." She says. I look at her and she doesn't notice as she is too busy looking down at my dick. "I don't think we will be. “Who has woken Maeve, queen of the Twilight Court?”Logan swallowed a gasp of surprise and fell back to stand on the grass. He could almost feel the rich contralto of her voice like a soft breath against his skin. “My name is Logan...” Grandfather Bear’s warning sprang to mind. A moment of panic bubbled in his gut before a name rose out of the fog of his memory. His mother’s maiden name. “ ... Flynn.” Because it seemed appropriate, he offered a clumsy attempt at a bow. “Logan Flynn, Your.