Giving you pleasure givesme pleasure."Ellen said with a fond smile, "How about next time I reciprocate whileyou do me. There isn't much room on this ...ot but we can make it work."George remained firm. He answered with a shake of his head, "That issweet of you to offer, but I think not."Ellen was flabbergasted, no man had ever turned down her offer of oralsex. She had always thought 69 was every man's fantasy, right up therewith a threesome.He held up his hand to forestall any argument. "Let. (Julie) Bless her heart!(Bashful) Anne you told me once you wouldn't use the word sweet with Wendy.(TryxiTrash) Huh?(*Anne-Mal) Hey! She is my little sister! IF I want to call her sweet I can!(Bashful) But do you mean it?(Raven) Bash you gotta use words with one syllable with Tryxi!(Bashful) Oh sor-ry!(Julie) You mean she understands NO?(TryxiTrash) Was that a joke? Is somebody makin' fun of me?(Raven) Not us!(Bashful) She understands yes!(TryxiTrash) I though you were my friend Raven!(Julie). It was strong. Firm. Oval, almost, longer than most other males. A flat nose sat high up, separating two of the blackest eyes the Queen had ever seen. Even the iris, white on most of her kind, was more grey, lending a mystical cast to the low born Elf. His ears extended half their length above his head, coming to the most perfect points.She watched him half turn, closing the door behind him. His limbs were slender, strong. Wiry. He wore just a cloth kilt, red, leaving his well muscled chest. A what? A girlfriend? Hardly appropriate for no more than the brief moments we had shared… a friend… a lover… and I dared not even allow myself that thought and hope to remain in an semblance of control. We paused for a moment frozen in place and she whispered the line from the Jack Nicholson movie… “I think I can do that better if we try again” and our lips met in warm delight… no tongue but a kiss that felt as though the very breath of my life was being sucked away from my lungs. I looked.