Or not. No fucking for me ever! Who would want to fuck me except with a bag over my head? You don't put bags on Princesses' heads. I'm a virgin and wi...ll be until and unless Prince Johann marries me in a private ceremony. I'm a virgin."Eleanor began to cry. Rapunzel started forward, grabbing a napkin. She stopped herself."No. That won't do." Rapunzel said to herself."What won't do? That I'm a virgin? Do you think I want to be a virgin? Perhaps forever if Johann gets his sight back?" No. That's. Softly. A long overdue expression of the deep love we felt for each other. Lips moving gently together. It lasted longer than I expected. Neither wanted it to end. Don’t get me wrong. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It was six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she. Ever since that night I wondered, would she come home some day and announce she’d allowed another person to share pleasure with her. It wasn’t a suspicious kind of feeling. I didn’t feel possessive of her. No, it was more a curiosity. Many times I realized that the idea of Gina being desired by others made me happy. At first, I thought that was strange. But after a while, I realized that if she knew it wasn’t just me that found her desirable, maybe she’d believe it was true. One day, I came. We parted and he gave me a grin.“I see why you swallow,” Jordan teased. “My sperm doesn’t taste bad. I kind of like the flavor.”“We should probably get dressed and head back before someone misses us,” I suggested.“You’re right,” Jordan agreed. He gave me a wink. “My tongue ... your pussy ... they have a date after dinner. I owe you a good orgasm.”“That sounds wonderful,” I agreed. “Your dick ... my pussy ... they have a date too.” I pulled my bikini top back into place and put on my shirt..