Oh, my God," I sighed. "That feels . . . so . . . wonderful." I squirmed as his tongue explored my ear lightly eliciting wild surges of feeling though...out my body. I didn't feel his hands slip to my sides for a moment. My legs seemed to stroke each other on their own, the nylon rubbing together and building static electricity that seemed to surge through me in crackling discharges. I tried to keep my balance as he released my sides and lifted the lightweight material of the blouse above. Icould only see the left-hand side but I saw enough to see the curvatureof my waist and hairless thigh.Shocked I stood longer looking then you'd expect. I was amazed. Awed.Over the next week I would return to my mirror each night. Spending moreand more time looking at the beautiful me. When I touched my body shetouched hers. It wasn't mine because my hands felt my balls and penis asshe felt her Venus mound and pussy.Each night I got to know her body and it was exquisite. I fail at thewords to. Good bras cost a lot of money. Make you feel better if I get some too. We can both spend Marks money. She smiled and then I peaked out the door. Can you bring me the same bras in a 36d? The woman smiled and soon she knocked on the door and then handed them too me. I pulled off my shirt and undid my bra, Shannon still standing in front of me with the 145 dollar bra in her hand. I pulled it off the hanger, and before I had a chance to put it on, she grabbed both my tits in her hands and squeezed.. Soon the horse was cantering, then galloping, as it pounded the ground; the two women followed suit in the carriage.James saw men dragging off what looked like a blond-haired boy.“Gonna fuck you good,” one of them shouted. They, three men, whooped their excitement loudly. James took note of the three as he dismounted the horse and ran at them. James pulled out three arrows and took his bow from his back.“Picking on a child. Tsk. Tsk.”They turned as James loosed the first one, hitting him in the.