In fact, there was a low-level quivering going non-stop in her legs and belly.Connie wet her fingers in herself, then rubbed the wetness onto Cindy’...s nipple. Cindy watched, wide-eyed. By now Connie was so wet that as she lifted her fingers from the nipple, a strand of nectar strung out between them. Connie gripped the breast with her wet hand and lowered her mouth to the nipple. “Ahhh,” Cindy gasped as Connie sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her hips bucked against my mouth and I thought. Dash's sword could free the poor men's souls.It was a shame. Peter halted in the center of the clearing.An agent was close."Come on out. I'll fight you. But first, Dash!" Petershouted out to the hiding agent. Dash assumed control forthe fight. There battle power was at optimal. An agentleaped out of the trees."I am Agent Dazzle. Let us begin." Dazzle said as shecharged Dash. His sword appeared in his hand. He drew itback to swing. She was headed straight at him."All too easy." Dash planted his. But when he nodded his head up and down, had a very specific grin and an incredible sparkle in his eyes, he spoke volumes to me about what I was doing for him. I couldn’t see his eyes because of the sunglasses, but this was one time when I really didn’t need to, to know exactly what he was thinking. “Nice view, turn around and let me see that ass again,” smiling, he stood in the river with one hand resting on the boat and the other held his fishing rod. I obliged him and turned around and. " She chuckled again. "How do you come by it? I mean, where do your ideas come from? I mean, you're sixteen, but you write like you're, I don't know, twenty-six? I'm assuming that this story is made-up, that it came out of your head, that you didn't really experience it." "How do you know I didn't experience it?" he asked. She gave out a small laugh and wagged her head. "Well, honey, for one thing, you don't know any older women—I mean like the character in the story. Do you? You haven't.