That girl knew her makeup and I looked GOOD and I do mean FOXY.Next, she gave me a manicure, layering two coats of quick dry mocha enamel on my now (a... before) slightly long, now round and slightly pointed nails. I mean, I still had a grip on the idea that I was really a male, maybe, somewhere, but I was no longer any part of a MAN and fading fast, VERY fast, and SHE didn't have a clue and the girl she was working her magic on never felt more elated in her life. The GIRL? I was thinking of. Her other hand undid the remainder of the buttons and he shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. He was not big by any means but he was decently muscled, as most men of the sword are, and offered many places for curious hands to wander. And he felt her do just that, running down his torso and along his stomach, which caused another body part to jump, and back up where she nervously pressed kisses as light as butterflies over his heart. He gave a surprised pleasurable moan as her hand gently. I run until i hear him calling me and i stop, I want to run up to him and kiss him and enfold my arms around his neck and pull him closer against me. "Reckon we should camp here sallY?". I shake my head trying to disslodge the thoughts of him lying beside me, In a small cramped tent but i can't. "Yeah here will do fine i say through a jagged cough, As i try to clear my head. It's nearlly dusk. The light is fading between the green canopies of the trees as the sun starts to set and a insect. Now both hands have ice in, both nipples getting attention. I stand and press myself against your back, stopping you falling back. My hands move together, meeting in your cleavage. You can feel the trickle of ice water make its way down your body, the warmth of your skin melting the ice. The freezing water pools briefly in your navel, then overflows, reaching the lace. My hands follow the stream down, and I push the ice under your waist band. You can’t move back, move away, as I block you, nor.