“D’you wanna come in?” he asked. His voice was like stepping inside out of the snow. “You can see some more art if you’d like.”Raine looke... past him to the inside of his apartment. An Aladdin’s cave of creativity.“I wish I could,” she said, truthfully. “But I have like, twenty more deliveries.”“Okay,” Carlos said. He took the flowers and smiled. “Maybe next time.”“Maybe,” Raine turned and headed for the elevator, feeling his eyes on her ass the whole way.*Maybe.A week later, his address was on. Davie answered, surprised to see another man with John. John knelt down and tickled Davie, “How are you doing ace?”Wriggling and giggling, Davie answered, “I’m okay.”John stopped his tickling and stated, “Davie, I brought my friend Jack over to help tonight. There were just too many Bug Eyed Monsters the other day. I know you are the best shot in the known Universe, but we need help. The problem is that I’m a bad pilot. Jack here, is the third best shot. Can he join our team?”Davie looked up at. " I giggled and put my left hand on the back of his head, pushing him down as I pulled my skirt up with the other."Okay," Brent said softly, thinking I wanted him to lick my pussy, probably. "What's ... That?" Suck it for me," I whispered. My girl cock stood straight up from the side of my lace panties, pointing like Cupid's arrow at Brent's open mouth. He resisted me for a second, long enough so I thought he might get mad or something."You're a ... boy?" he voiced his surprise as I pushed his. She was Orlesian. He was a nobleman, she a commoner. He was a straight-forward, honest type with an Arling to run and roots already put down; her likely future was as a spy, and she wasn’t going to be able to stay in the same place for any length of time.They were doomed – before they even got started.And yet, though she knew she should stop it there before things went any further, the thought of telling him that made her feel ill. She wanted his kisses, needed them; she wanted to taste him and.