Ruth burst into laughter, and then into a giggle, and I soon joined her. We ended up sitting on the floor with tears of laughter pouring from our eyes... "So, shall I tell Brett you're interested in trying him out? I told him you haven't been laid for months, and that you're raring to try him out." she commented a few minutes later while walking out the door."NO, don't you dare." I yelled.I didn't see much of Brett after that previous night, as Ruth and my shifts were on opposites. But on the. He instead clenched his fists as another grizzly moan escaped his throat. As she continued to run her hands up and down his body she began to blow on his dick again. The slight coolness of her breath caused his hips to buck as his body stiffened. He couldn't take the teasing much longer, needing a release his eyes locked with hers, and without speaking a word she knew what he wanted, what he needed. His eyes still locked on hers she slowly took his dick twisting her head slightly as she worked. "No," Greta insisted, "No!" Very well then," the Queen agreed, "I'll have the blacksmith make a brass copy of the statue's cock."The Queen swept from the room and Greta was left alone in Armen's room.She kicked a few garments around the floor flicked a cobweb or two and then sat on the bed.The bed was nice and soft so she slid under the covers, and before she knew it she felt nice and safe and warm and her hand stole under her gown and she began to gently finger her tight virgin vagina until. And the smell from the perfume I sprayed between them would help, I was certain. Well, as certain as anyone madly in lust, and maybe love, would ever be...I was a bit older than Hannah as I'd gone to University late. I was 24 and she was only 19. Walking over to her room, I felt like a teen again - nervous with a quickening pulse and heartbeat, and the sort of breathlessness that comes not from walking, but from the jitters. I knocked on the door, feeling that she'd be able to hear my heart.