I marvel at her hour-glass shape with the most exquisite bum I’ve ever seen. Her eyes haven’t left my gaze all the while she turns.Now looking ove... her shoulder she asks, “Is mine any good.”I smile, turn and slow walk towards her. She finally drops her gaze to my dick before I wrap my arms around her taking a firm grip on her hips and I kiss her neck.“I was hoping for a larger dick that that!” she chuckles.I take hold of her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and gently squeeze and. Two sets of stairs on either side of the courtyard led down.I sat on one bench near the stairwells leading down. Depending on which side of the bench you chose, you faced outward toward either the stores, or inward, toward the food court. I faced the stores first; making sure my blouse was unbuttoned far enough to expose just a hint of my bra underneath, sitting on one leg crossed under me. My panties were white and stood out nicely under a brightly colored skirt. I pulled a book from my bag. Shuddering at the thought of having to bed a husband like that, she reflected glumly that perhaps she should consider herself most lucky to have escaped such a gruesome fate. Still, the fact that the prince was young had its drawbacks too – he’d want to bed often, especially since he would require a heir and a spare (as the saying went.). Well, he could have her body but never her heart. No, her heart was flying somewhere free in a clearing with a brown haired peasant lad… if only her body. I got you, baby.’ Kaylee stared up and into his handsome face with a sense of surrealism. ‘You’re dead. He killed you,’ she whispered. ‘He told me he killed you. Am I dead to?’ she asked, her bloody hands coming up, the blanket dropping from off of her shoulders. Gabe caught it, wrapping her in it once more. ‘No, baby, you’re not dead and neither am I. He gave me a good bump on the head, Kaylee. But other than that, I’m fine. Did h… did he hurt you?’ ‘No,’ she said, emphatically, shaking her.