’ Frannie was an awfully good kisser herself, warm, affectionate, passionate. It was obvious that she had had a fair amount of experience, at least ...in that area, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far she’d gone beyond that. At age twenty, I wasn’t exactly a young Hugh Heffner. In fact, my tally as far as getting laid came exactly to one, and that was a year ago. Girls weren’t as permissive back then, even college girls. And the ones that were had ‘reputations.’ The image of the ‘good girl’ was. You delight in my gestures and spin slowly. My eyes drinking in your scantily clad beauty. Watching your every move, even as you come take my hand again and help me to my feet. You lead me to the bedroom. Once inside, you release my hand and turn on some nice, romantic music. Jumping onto the large bed, you spin to face me lying on your stomach. ‘One of us – (under breath) and I’m not mentioning any names – is like way over dressed.’ You comment. ‘Like, oh my god…I so like am.’ I banter. I take Sara and lay her on her back, getting up between her spread legs, I start kissing and sucking her gorgeous breast. I then work my way down her body , kissing, nibbling, and sucking as I go. I finally arrive at her sweet spot, her beautifully trimmed pussy. I start by licking ever so gently, then I start sucking her lips, before arriving at her clit. Sara's back arches, her toes curl, and I hear the moan I've grown so used to hearing. I know I at the right stop, and I keep up my rhythm of. The little man opens the bag and smells it. When he pulls it away from his face he smiles. “Me gold is back. But it’s not the full payment that Feno promised, is it?” He looks up to cast the girl a glare of suspicion.“It’s all there, I didn’t take a single coin,” she quickly says. “Feno said to give you it and you would pay for my crossing.”“Did he now?” Penelope nods her head quickly. “Well, well. Maybe his debt can be paid in full.”“I don’t understand?”What’s not to understand? He’s obviously.