“No. Slang word.” I smiled, as I hesitated and the moment grew intense. I grabbed my dick, which was nearly bursting out of my pants, and shook it... She gasped, covering her mouth and laughing. This was my moment. There could be no hesitation, other than having just enough to cast a seductive and patient tone about my movements. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped slowly, then looked at her. “Ohh!” Her voice rose, and she gave me hum of delightful approval, urging me to keep going. I slipped my. We got to the pond, and it was just as peaceful and tranquil as it had been the day before. Last one in is a rotten egg! Yeah, I know, not the most original, but it worked as we both went running for the pond. I guess neither of us were rotten eggs, or maybe both of us were, because we got in at the same time. I went in up to my neck, and started swimming around. It was so cool against my bare skin. I had never been skinny dipping before. I turned around so I was floating on my back, closed my. " Deirdre grumbled as shewalked over and gave the velvet braiding of the rope a light tug. "Idon't imagine I could get away with hiding in here all day, anyway."The doors to her sleeping chambers opened and a smiling Bertelle appearedwith a curtsey as if she had been waiting just outside. Something thegirl probably had been doing, Deirdre reflected gloomily. "Good morning,m'lady. Did you sleep well?" Umm, actually I did." The lady in question answered with a smile inresponse to the maid's good. What a delicious thought.The incubus had amazing stamina, and if he wished, he could keep this up for hours. Many a woman had gotten no rest the night that he visited them, even in their sleep. He considered going for one of those marathon sessions tonight. With such a lively girl, it would be pleasurable enough. He could rape her until the first glimmer of the dawn forced him to retreat. But his mood had been spoiled by his previous mistake. He had hoped for a perfect night, but that.