You wriggle in their embrace, tickled by their fingertips and the tingle between your legs.The shorter man behind you is stocky and strong. He smells ...f the ocean, of oil and sweat. He's dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. You really only notice the bulge in his denim. He reaches down the sides of your legs and slides your dress up your body, rough fingers on smooth skin. Legs, thighs, hips, waist. His hands stop at your breasts, the dress bunched above his fingers. He squeezes your breasts. “Don’t I get a kiss too, daddy?” Evelyn asked.Dave immediately went to her, to kiss her on the cheek as well. Evelyn turned her head and their lips met instead. Instead of a quarter second touching of extremities, it became a ten second lip lock with tongue.“Hmmmm ... now THAT’S what I call a kiss,” Evelyn proclaimed.God, it certainly was a kiss! And I could have had the same, from either of them. I could have had one like that from Evelyn if I’d not had my stupid panties in my mouth. It was. Perhaps I don’t need anything more complicated than that,’ said Jack soberly, kissing the back of her neck and closing his eyes. Meg awoke to the incredible sensation of a warm tongue gently lapping against her clit and two fingers, which must have migrated their slow and slippery way inside her whilst she slept, nudging at her G-spot. Meg involuntarily clenched her muscles tightly around his fingers, providing a surefire signal that she was awake. Meg was surprised at what a giving lover this. Genrico reached into his tunic and retrieved a slip of parchment. Genrico spoke Az almost flawlessly but he couldn’t read it very well. He extended his hand for Joseph.“‘We are camped half a day’s walk from your manor,’” the note read. “‘We are past the hills just short of Compass Woods. I count 298 men in camp. I will send more when I hear of further plans.’”“Damnation,” Joseph hissed. Genrico ran the words through his head.“It is someone familiar with the area,” he said. “He identifies the.