Should I bring out the next tray with larger stones?"Steve gulped, and said, "No, I don't think so! Sandy, what do you see here that you like?"While I... was looking at the rings, Steve and Mr. Wood were having a whispered conversation, almost certainly about how much he could afford. I saw one that I really liked, and asked to try it on. Mr. Wood took it, along with a similar ring with a slightly larger stone out of the tray and said, "They may not be the right size, but we can reset the stone in. It would be the fastest way to retreat back to the docks.A block further on, they came to what appeared to be a restaurant. The front wall of the two story stone structure was gone, replaced by squared wooden columns extending upward to the domed roof. Inside were round tables with chairs, half of which were already filled with Kikker diners. A few of the short furry Watu also occupied two tables, booster seats allowing them to use the larger chairs. The second floor, from what Shanna could. At the corner of the tavern Beckwith's double row of riflemen had retrieved their various weapons and had formed their ranks with their muskets at the rest in front of them. They was trying to look grim, but a lot of them looked worried if not a'feared. Couldn't hardly blame them. Facing them some twenty yards away was a loose file of horsemen with carbine-muskets in their hands. Lt. Morrison ran right between the two forces and down to where the British officer sat his mount in a bright red. Doggy style just feels so much more natural to me; I simply had to use it with Christine now that I was so far down in my animal instinct. Up came her pink-tinted, vintage T-shirt, which I pulled up far enough to reveal her white bra. I ripped that off with minimal effort. Time to get to business, and the business was playing with Christine's tits. They weren't cone-shaped or sagging down or anything nasty, exactly the right size and the right level of perkiness. Real close together,.