A finger traces the bottom curve or your left breast. Then nothing. You feel my warm breath on your face, on your lips, you lick them ready for the ...kiss you know will come… closer… almost touching… a finger slides up your inner thigh and the breath is gone… so close. A hand on your left knee then away, you flinch as my whole mouth sucks in your big toe tongue swirling around it then gone. Two fingers “walk” up your right leg, stomach, between your breasts, neck, chin where my thumb and. Walking on it left shoe prints. I quickly retrieved my plastic wrap from the dumpster and wrapped my shoes. No tracks.Figuring I’d get a headstart I unrolled a length of ‘glass and tried to mark the outline of the girder that formed the main interior centerline. Pretty frustrating.“What are you doing?” That question came from the crew foreman.“Trying to layout the ‘glass I’ll need to wrap the girder,” I said.“Ever done this before?”“No.”“What have you built?”“Paper airplane ... and tried to sew. My left hand travels down her stomach making lazy circles until I hit the most intimate part of a woman. I rubbed the palm of my hand against her pubic mound making her moan even louder, I know she just wants me to slip a finger inside her wet folds. My hand moves further down and I use mine finger to slide straight down the centre to find the one thing I know that she want me to touch. Circling her clit with mine middle finger her back comes off the bed and her head thrashes side to side ….. On the way back to the inn they passed a sword shop, and Rotrington had to go in. All of the barony's best swords had been made in the northeastern cities, and were mostly brought back by knights who had been on campaigns. Sometimes they used family money to buy more than one sword to sell back home. The swords in Venina rivaled the best Rotrington had ever seen. The city was too far away from the barony for him to have even heard of Venina steel. How he would like to spend his final days.