As she kissed me and rubbed her hand over my denim covered cock and groaned softly. Her breathing was getting really heavy and she seemed to be as tur...ed on as I was. Her hand moved off my cock and, taking hold of the bottom of my tee shirt she pulled it off over my head then pulled me close again. Now I could feel her bra covered tits pressing against my naked chest and as she rubbed them against me, her hand went back between us and I felt her undoing my zip then felt it slide inside. I. ... Mikhail made his way to the Jericho's personal library. There Hamlet, his steward sat with a strange piece of parchment. It was white and rectangular and next to the parchment was what appeared to be a silver beeping device. "Ah Prince Mikhail, junior Peter." He addressed them both motioning to the seat before him. "I do not understand how I am to retrieve the princess, if she is not from this world." Mikhail tugged off his oppressive robes, the shirt and breeches did little to warm. They still stinged. Stanged. Stang. Stung. They stung, but not as much. I kept them open. Same puke green ceiling. I looked around. I was in a hospital room. I should have known. Only hospitals and prisons use colors like that. Mom was standing on one side of my bed and Tami on the other."What happened?" Do you remember the fire?" Mom asked.The fire. The fire! "It was hot." Those are some good drugs," Tami murmured, earning her a dark look from Mom.Drugs! No wonder my brain was fuzzy. I don't. ”Alex just smiled. It was tempting to tell her how luscious her slinky, young body was, or how sweet and perky her tits looked, or how silky and delicious her freshly waxed pussy looked. But Alex kept that to himself. It was bad enough it was probably written all over his face for his perceptive girl to read like an open book.Marcie reminded him about going to the nude beach together. The next day was Monday, and normally Alex would be bringing the girl back to her mother’s house. But Marcie.