" "We're going to enact a scene comprised entirely of dialogue." "A sex scene?" "Of course. This is Lushland after all." "I can see you've ticked the ...Historical' category and subheaded it 'George Eliot'. So do I take it that this is going to be about George Eliot?" "That would be a reasonable assumption." "So I'm guessing you'll be George Eliot being as you're the one with a pussy and breasts. So who shall I be?" "You'll be George Henry Lewes." "So two Georges, won't that be confusing for the. But not yet , not yet. The dancing finger tips continued their slowly increasing circular dance down the arm onto the back of the hand. That small part of her mind that could still notice, wondered, ‘Even the back of my hand has sensuality. Why, oh why, haven’t I ever done this before?’ Then the fingers began their upward dance to the shoulder, driving her wild with longing. Orgasm followed orgasm. As the dancing fingers finished with the shoulder, they moved down to the abdomen – and met the. They came to look the girls over. Monty was taken with Matilda Jackson. The Jenkins boy couldn't make up his mind between Mary and Tina Lou. That was before Pete came. The women deported themselves very well. Oh, there was a little bit of flirting, but nothing blatant like they did at the dance hall. I do believe they really are looking for husbands and I know there are others who will be coming around."How come you didn't tell me this last night?" It was what you wanted to happen so I didn't. I was getting mesmerized by his activity, and I was trying to stay as quiet as possible, biting my lips. He had now put his hands inside the blouse, and was milking my tits directly with his rough hands. His hard hands were making my nipples harder and I was unable to stop myself from moaning. I got up, with the blouse still hanging loose on my breasts pouring my entire drink down his throat and moving on to prepare another one for him. I had to get him really high on alcohol so that I can.