Mary Ellen Glasser, the flat-chested, no-hipped, flat-assed ugly duckling of the female persuasion, and this hunk of man was fascinated by her? She so...ked the attention up like a sponge, loving every second of it, wanting him to ogle her even more. She could even detect a slight moisture in her crotch. Goddamned if his staring wasn’t getting her horny! Now there was one for the books.Eventually the moment faded, and John was torn between embarrassment and intrigue. All he could think of was to. It is possible that those demons were the unknown attackers. They succeeded in conquering those villages and killed all peasants ... except one village. The name is Whitewater. The elves called it Mantanadaria ... or in their language ... the Blessed Land."The man moved his body closer to her and lowered his voice. "The village is located next to the Elven border. It's the farthest one from the kingdom, so it's really weird to know that it stays intact while the closer neighboring villages were. .”“I know. It’s what might have allowed it.”“Because of that ... permission, it would have been more.”Nick chuckles quietly. “This is exactly why I do want to seduce you. You’re beautiful of course, but I find a clever mind to be the most attractive thing. But despite everything, despite why you would allow my touch, I would have resisted moving on past that touch. I suspected what happened to you, and when you told me, I knew I would be extremely cautious. It would take time, if it ever. He’s just in his shirt and trousers now, the first few buttons are open and his sleeves are rolled up a little. He digs his hands into his pockets and rocks back on his heels.“So...” he laughs nervously. I laugh too.“You look really fucking good,” I say, signalling to the barman that I want two more drinks. “Ageing suits you. Seriously.”“Suits you too,” he says, leaning in close, even though the music isn’t even that loud. He’s hard; I can feel his cock on my thigh. I nudge my leg closer, so he.