" She winked.When he came into the bedroom, he found her lying naked, face down on top of the covers and lightly snoring. He stripped off his own clot...hes and grabbed the bottle of oil he'd put on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights to low and went to sit beside her on the bed.Jerry took in the sight of her, so vulnerable in her sleep, her skin calling for his soft touch. He straddled her, pulling his hardening manhood up and out of the way, as he warmed some oil between his hands.He slowly. ”“But, you are not a child,” I looked at her. “Are you not eighteen plantings?”“I am twenty plantings, if you must know.” Her glare showed again, but it was more endearing than frightening.“Then, why do you have a Regent?”She smiled sadly. “Because I am the Virgin Queen. Until I find my consort, I must have a regent.”“So, find a consort.”She shook her head. “I have been enchanted; only the magic can choose my consort. It protects me from harm, but I cannot touch a man. Even my presence can. It seems there was a thundershower while we were having our dinner, (somehow even sitting next to a window I missed it, you are that hypnotizing tonight) The air is cool and clean to the smell. A pleasant relief from the mid-summer heat of the day. You ask where we are bound and I point to our ride in the park. Your face alights when you see the white carriage and horse waiting to escort us around Lincoln Park on Chicago's famous Lakeshore Drive. The coachman helps you into the carriage and we. I did not move. I just pretended not to notice. Then he actually pressed into me just a little bit more. I was shocked, but still pretended not to notice it. But now I was beginning to get turned on by his own arousal. I smiled to myself and I just leaned back a little bit, pressing my butt into him. No one would know it had been deliberate, not even the stranger behind me.I was wearing a knee length skirt made of light material, that flared out loosely.I felt this stranger's left hand sliding.