I let my eyes wander from her beautiful hair and down her back to the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Her jeans fit just right and hugged her in all...the right places. I stood glued to my spot with my eyes fixed on her, unable to look away, and a thousand questions bubbling over in my mind. I have never looked at a woman this way before, never been with a woman before, never even thought about it but as I stood there watching her I felt something stir inside of me and race through my body like. I've slipped into a light spring dress, enjoying the feel of the cotton against my skin as the wind ripples across the water. As I lean back, my mind wanders, taking stock. Good job, solid finances, a kick-ass place in the heart of the city... not bad little girl, not bad at all. The pulsing beat brings me back as Bob wails "let's get together and feel all right" - not a bad idea Mr. Marley... not bad at all.I feel the heat rise in my tummy and spread slowly down my legs... a te yearning for a. I was told that the French governor and his wife and two mistresses were driven off the island when the Treaty of Paris was signed to end the French and Indian Wars in the New World. Such matters were changing so often these days that it seemed of little importance because I was officially a "Privateer" under the flag of England and anytime a French government was concluded in such a way it was a matter of delight in my way of thinking. Of course, the French and Spanish governors in the Islands. ’ Slowly, the elf woman settled. She stared into the man’s glowing yellow eyes, looking from one to the other. She could still flee. He wasn’t holding her down. But the pain in her head, and other parts of her body, was very intense. She could barely lift her arms and had no choice except to release her grip on him. She could flee. Or she could trust him. And he was indeed the reason she had come. She settled back against the cushions he had put around her sometime during her unconsciousness,.