"What?" she asked in a huff as her green eyes glared. "Haven't you seen someone eat before?" Sorry, I'm being rude; I tend to stare at beautiful women...to long," I apologized. "I always get myself in trouble doing it, but in my defence, you're both are utterly gorgeous. I know you probably hate having to deal with your beauty when you want to be an engineer, but I'm shocked you're not a fashion model." They don't like all the freckles and I wanted to do more than pose for stupid pictures in. "It's ok if you close your eyes." she again whispered. Her fingers grazing the insides of both of my thighs. I felt strange. No one touched me in that area. She wasn't more than two inches above my knee but it was still an untouched zone. She kept her left hand stationary, but her right hand started softly touching up and down my inner thigh. It gave me the chills. I think she noticed my goosebumps because she whispered "are you ok?" I really wasn't, I was scared, it felt very wrong. At any. King Wilfred knew he had to act he needed to fight. He was beginning to feel the same confusing sensations from the night before come over him. The King knew he couldn’t pass out for another night and so with all of his strength, he tried to force his mouth into making a sound. He could feel his lips widening and optimism briefly prevailed right up until the point that he realized he was now lightly sucking on a breast. Nothing but food or water had passed through the King’s lips in all his. Diane was crying when she got there, and just hugged her, and she just blurted out the whole story again.Diane started laughing toward the end, and told her. "You say all the guys want to get you undressed and grab you, and here you talked to a guy till three in the morning, in the car, naked, and he held your hand, stroked your shoulders and neck. Then blushed when your blanket fell (I thought she hadn't noticed) and you say you never can find a guy that doesn't want just sex."In her defense.