I could see all the way up her skirt. She was wearing black thigh-high hose and black lacy panties. I was surprised at what I was seeing, but enjoying...it. She then crossed his legs again. I thought it was inadvertent. When the next slow song started, Kim asked me to dance again and we went out to the dance floor. This time she was dancing closer to me and rubbing against me more. My cock was starting to get hard as we danced. My mind was thinking about her nice legs and seeing her. ‘My lady?’ a voice spoke. I jumped—startled—and screamed, in turn alarming the horses. My eyes shot open, and one of the troubadours—a man I knew only by sight—was standing not steps away from me and my open cunny. I was deeply humiliated. The troubadour’s name was Jaufre Rudel, and he was the most celebrated—and romantically desired—poet in the court at Poitou. Jaufre was tall—taller than most men, and had swarthy olive skin, darkened with the southern sun. His hair was black and fell below. ‘An angel…’ she gasped as she slipped into the grip of death. * Chapter 2: Plus d’Obscurité ‘Natural causes my ass..’ muttered George under his breath, grimacing at the scene before him. In all of his career as detective, never had he seen a case as bizarre as the one before him. Her name was Jennifer Macavoli. An intriguing name, matched with a beautiful face. Yet her features and her arms were marred with faint scratches. What a waste, he thought. ‘So what do you think, huh George? She. Now she was in only bra and panty and i was totally nude.She hugged me tightly under our single blanket. How it felt when her bare body tightly hugged mine was heavenly. Her body was very hot. It was like she was submitting herself to me, like a bride ready to have first night with her husband and was craving for my touch. She laid on her back and I moved on top of her.I pulled her bra down and held her boobs. So soft and firm. If somebody could whisper in my ear that she was 18 at that very.