It would be up to the individual vendors to get the best barter they could for them, as money was very rare this far west. She also brewed, flavored, ...nd pre-sweetened large ewers of tea with pomegranate and honey. The mint flavor was nicely accented with the tart juice and sweet honey.Meanwhile, John was scouring the weapon stalls looking for news of the Indian Steel vendor. He tracked the despondent man down, in a tea shop. (Which also served wine, beer, fermented milk and hash balls) The man. It was like her body focused on that point, heat rising to meet his supple little muscle. Her whole body was on fire, rising in a wave of heat, rising and finally bursting as it became too much and she spent herself on his tongue.He kissed her tummy, her ribs, her breasts, her neck, and finally her mouth. His cock felt huge as it slid into her willing depths. It was like she came all over again, his sliding male muscle pushing an incredible wave of warmth through her as he thrust home. He. "Wow," he said, "you're just as hot as I am." Of course," she said."Why'd you say no?" he asked.'"Just 'for' fun,". she answered in a. little girl's voice. "Just to see what you would do." She smiled and 'stood up out' of the chair. She turned around and let the small robe slide off of her' body altogether. "Wow!" exclaimed' Charley, "that's my wife! Ain't she pretty!" He reached out over the chair and pulled her face next to his. He gave her a long French kiss. His tongue toured the inside of. Your excitement and anticipation mix and skip across my skin like sparks of electricity dancing in the moonlight. I laugh and struggle to gain a straight face, you lean forward and knowing how ticklish I am start to tickle me to try and get all of the information, not being sure if you like not being in control of the evening or not. I shoot up and try to wriggle free from your grasp, but fall to the floor instead, I am laughing and loosing breath from the fight against your tickling, and you.