It dripped off her eyebrows, nose, and chin. As the two reached the center of the seating area Danielle said, “Michael? Don’t be shy.” “Fuck y...u, Danielle.” “Well, I guess that leaves just one to go then.” Author’s Note This is the reimagining of an excellent story by Visioneer called Lucia Makes a Bet. Visioneer’s story is wonderfully written. His characters are distinct and believable, he has a great feel for writing dialogue, the plot is put together well, and the story is entertaining if. Her nipples reacting to the water now become harder; as he becomes harder from watching her. His other hand curves around her hips across that wondrous belly heading to her mound. His fingers travel through the silken locks of her brown neatly trimmed bush as she moans as sign of assent that he should continue. Parting her outer lips, his finger slips in with little effort. Is it the water that has made her so, or is it her own wetness. He feels a slicker fluid in her and he leans down to. He got up and started rubbing it in and I was watching as he rubbed it on her boobs, belly and legs. When he got to her thighs he acted all frustrated and untied her bottoms and off they came. He rubbed it in on her inner thighs and her puss. Making sure to linger a bit on her lips and sort of flick her bean as he rubbed upward on it. It started to peek out. Not large, but just swollen enough to notice at this point. Kelli was glistening from the oil and I’m sure the treatment was making her. We’d lose at least seven regiments in the retreat, but it was better than the whole army. It would’ve been the whole army were it not for the first light infantry. They would be immortalized in song and poems, but I doubted it mattered much to them. I watched as a makeshift line formed across the front, and those behind began to trickle back to the bog, passing the wreckage of siege engines before running across the wooden pathways. I waited for as many men as possible to get across, then.