"She looked down at his fist again, and the head of his cock protruding from it."I think I know how my mother feels too ... maybe ... just a little bi...." This is crazy!" he panted. The urge to start stroking again was almost irresistible."It doesn't feel crazy," she said, tilting her head to one side. "It feels weird, because I've never wanted to touch one before ... but not crazy." You want to touch it," he said weakly, running that information through his processing centers for possibly the. The innkeeper of course knew what was going on because Marion had told him. Luke and Marion went outside and got the horses and carriage from the stable. The first stop was an armorer down the street. There after much bargaining, Luke managed to sell all the extra swords and knives they had. He also sold all the armor. None of it fit either of them so why keep it. The next stop was a cloth maker to sell the extra clothing that they had. This time Luke bought a new outfit for himself, one. I'd never even tried it, the riskiest I had ever gotten was a regular cigarette. Figuring the opportunity might not present itself again, I told myself at least I could say I tried it and didn't like it. Taking a slow inhale, I blew the smoke out before coughing. She giggled but not to mock as I handed it back for her to take a second drag. We passed back and forth until it was gone and we both felt relaxed. Deciding to find somewhere more private, we began to walk up past the old psychiatric. I shivered as I felt this stranger's fingers brush up the front of my silk panties, pressing against me. I had to focus to keep myself from snapping my thighs shut on him.Think of the money.Think of the luxury.Think of the praise.That praise that I'd missed this morning when I failed Mr. Smith's test. The words that sent lightning up my spine for no understandable reason. Yes, that was worth it, maybe if I did well here it would make up for my failure before...Phil's callused fingers hadn't.