"Treating yourself again Vicki? Something nice I trust?" he asked."No law against a girl wanting to feel good about herself is there Mike?" she replie... defensively."No not at all, I just thought with your sense in clothing I bet it's a hot little number", he teased."Oh, is that right? Been paying much attention have you?" she toyed back."What's not to notice, it's all out there and very nice too."Was I even in the room? What the hell was this I thought. My husband was boldly flirting with my. It was into those hearts that Aran searched, feeling for their intentions. Unfortunately, these near-mythical beings were so far different from Human or Elf or Dwarf that Aran could not distinguish their natures. It was like trying to draw parallels between a horse and a tree.Distinguishing a line between good and evil was not always so simple. Something tickled the back of Aran’s mind at that thought, but it vanished before he could grasp it.There did not appear to be any other life in the. Her hand reached for his face. Her fingers found and slid into his mouth as she whispered, “Do I excite you? If you want me, show me how much!”And her fingers, buried in his mouth, played an all-suggesting game with his caressing tongue.Eventually, Christine withdrew her hand. With her face turned to Ben to watch him look, she stretched out. And then she began to strip her panties, centimetre by centimetre, down over her blond-haired bush to her knees. Raising her legs high, Christine took them. "Maria scoffs and confronts me, "Jens, I'm still not sure about this connecting with Ben bull..." she looks at Ivan and wisely changes her words, " ... bull-hockey. And what's this craved morphine bull-hockey, I thought you were never addicted to morphine?"I realize that one of my deep, dark secrets is out in the open so I confess, "Guys, I hate to tell you this, but I got addicted to morphine when I was a teenager. I had some pretty severe burns and my nurse provided it to me based on the.