.” the Hestle village chief, Illari Kircland, expressed his doubt to the girl standing in his doorway. Val had knocked on his door and told him th...t she was going to take on the contract and wanted a few more details. The village chief barely believed that she was a licensed adventurer. “Strong warriors chased off by a bunch of imps? You got scammed is what” Val said, somewhat irritated by the man’s doubt in her, “I guarantee you that I'm the real deal. I may be new, but I promise you, I’m a. My breath cools your moist pussy, while my tongue gets to work.I slide my tongue around your clit making sweeping motions over with the rough part of my tongue. I feel you shiver with every pass. My wandering finger slides down your pussy gently resting at the base of your pussy, I feel your juices sliding onto my finger, lubricating it before it slides gently into your warm pussy. It slides in and out, in and out. My finger starts to explore gently pressing on the roof of your pussy. A feel. ”The vehement way he said it shocked me. “Mark, I only met him once and we only talked for a few minutes.” Well, unless you counted the later conversation where he talked me out of my clothes. I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is. “Now open your eyes,” she said softly.I’ve got to tell you, surprise was not the right word for what I saw. There on my bed was Barbara Newland dressed in only a pair of sheer panties. Barbara is about 50 and works in my mom’s office. I stood there frozen to the sport looking at her big tits, red hair (her pubic hairs was exactly the same dark red), and nice soft tummy. She’s about 5’4” and around 180 pounds, so she was almost my ideal fantasy woman. I had met her at a Christmas party two years.