I reached out and placed my hand on hers. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, leaving my hand touching that beautiful, luscious clit. She was still wearing...some loose fitting pajamas and had been reaching in one of the ample leg holes which was pushed to the side. My hand now occupied that hole, but that wasnt going to do it for me. I wanted full access. I grabbed the sides of the shorts, and easily pulled them down off of her feet and tossed them aside. While I was at it, I pulled her top over her. Anyway, we come to point two: This story is NOT about the Lara Croft of the reboot of the series and if possible also not about the soft-washed version of her immediate predecessor, who regretted the death of the poor animal every time a tiger was shot. We are talking about the tough, immoral and overdrawn Lara Croft we know from the original games to Angel of Darkness, Legend and Underworld.Third: Finally, I would like to mention that this story is about the (of course not G-rated) adventures. ”Dead in the night, the stars shine brightly on the clear sky, the moon hangs high above looking like a bright disk from the streets below. The running sounds of water fill the air washing up from the river bank that leads from the city’s heart out into the sea. Something lies motionless on its sides a man is laid down on the grass gazing at the twinkling stars above. If someone were to pass by along the path above they would mistake this man for a dead animal that washed up, their body laid. . well... I really enjoyed it.” Ginny looked up at him and thought for a few moments. “What if... what if I wanted to do it again?” “What, you mean go back again sometime and...?” She shook her head. “I wasn’t specifically meaning that but...” “Here?” Ginny nodded. “Charles... Charles asked me in bed on the last night if he could come over and see me again sometime.” Sean remembered slipping out of bed that night to leave them alone together. Ginny had told him that it was hard to sleep between.