Before I could figure out what was goin' on in there, this pretty boy sidled up to me and asked if I wanted to buy him a drink. I figured 'what the he...l' and so I did. Before I knew it, we was kissin' and he was rubbin' my cock and lickin' my ear. Got me all hot and bothered and talked me into goin' to his place. I told him I didn't suck no cock or nothin' and he said that was just fine; I could fuck his ass! You ever fucked ass?" No. I'm not into that." Patrick answered."Shit! It was better. His mind is not quite ready to relent however, and in a burst of inspiration he steps from the shower with her still wrapped around him. He doesn’t know what he expects to do next as the cool air makes contact with skin, but then she takes him by surprise. Releasing her legs but not her arms, nor this kiss she is currently enticing him with, she lets him lower her to stand and after another moment of tongue-sucking she pulls back, running her hands down his arms and then releasing him. It was probably the same regurgitated form that he been using since about the Second World War.Glancing around the room, I noticed the usual batch of twenty something's. The girls decked out in the latest fashion. Hip hugging jeans designed to lay low and show a soft strip of tummy. I sighed. The guys were either wearing dopey baseball caps or sporting what I called The Starched Hair Look. A head of hair that stood up straight and tall, like a marine at attention, defying gravity. I felt odd. Her hair contrasted her dark wings; it didn’t glow, but was also translucent and sparkled a bright red. Her hair draped around her in curls as it by itself was a crown she wore. She stepped away from the water, and walks around the fire slowly. Her feet don’t leave any foot prints in the sand. Her mouth opened and her luscious thin lips sang out in her strong sweet voice, “Play for me.” As if in a trance the prince raises the flute to his lips and begins to play. The nymph looks away and.