The one in the center, who had just spoken, stood tall and proud with her chin tilted back and her hands on her hips. Atop her head was a jeweled crow... with brightly colored bird feathers woven into it. A sheathed sword rested against her thigh.The other two, unlike their leader, seemed ready for combat at a moment's notice. One was wielding a bow, the other a pair of daggers, but both had the same half-crouched posture, resembling nothing so much as vicious jungle cats ready to pounce. Each of. She was garbed in traditional clothing, normal for city-dwellers, consisting of a slit skirt that fell past her ankles, an olive-colored wrap about her waist, and a modest, breezy blouse with a scarf around her neck. She was about to head down when she caught sight of something else—something she hadn’t been expecting. In the distance, she could just make out an unusual character making her way past the clusters of people already telling tall tales about the fallen orb and what it could mean.. That's why I don't want anyone else," I whispered back.I felt her brace herself, and then she slowly slid up my length, teasing me.I could feel the ridges of the muscles in her ass sliding overmy shaft, twitching to try and expel me from within her.She slid slowly back down, accepting my member deep inside her like a jigsaw piece slottinginto place."I think I need a moment or two," she admitted.We remain in silence for a moment, but she spoke again."Tell me, if you could come anywhere on. As we smooched, his arms circled my waist. He soon began to rub my back as the intensity of our kisses rose. Little by little he started rubbing lower down my back. It wasn't long before Jacques was rubbing my butt over my nightgown. This somehow seemed to make the kisses feel better. We begun to add quite a bit of tongue and both started to moan into our kisses. Enjoying the way Jacques was rubbing my butt, I scooted my knees farther forward along his side. This made my bottom stick out more..