She watched as the head of my dick pushed her lips open, spread her vagina open, disappeared inside, and then watched in awe as my dick slowly slid up...into her until her waxed smooth mound mashed down around the base of my dick. We spoke not a word as she slid me out all the way and then buried my dick back inside her five more times.I don’t remember what she talked about, but she sure needed to converse with someone that spoke her language. What I did learn was that she was an only child that. The head was small, and for some reason that surprised me. I don’t know if I had expected Nessie to have a big head or what, but the smallness of it shocked me. It was hardly wider than the neck and the only reason I knew it was the head, was because it was angled abruptly from the neck and flat. It seemed to look about itself once its head and neck were fully out of the water. I watched in morbid fascination, my mouth hanging open. It turned is small yet massive head and looked directly at. Nathaniel had shown no sign of wanting more, and as she kept reminding herself, he was a Fereldan Arl – he was never going to choose her, even if he was interested. And he’d made no overt moves to show that he was interested in her; he’d been friendly, and he still watched her the way Alistair looked at cheese, but he’d done nothing else.But it was only ‘almost’ resigned. Every time she tried to quash the last tiny bit of pathetic hope that remained – the part that fostered silly daydreams of. I dialed the phone to thank my associate as I patted my invitation in the breast pocket of my jacket … it hadn’t been too hard to secure an invitation for myself. I responded that both Rose and I would be attending the masque. That night I waited in the study going over some accounts until Rose got home. Still giddy as a school girl when she carried in several large boxes … ‘Look, Jackson, at what I’ve picked out!’ She untied the first box and brought out a platinum wig piled high with elegant.