I want to lick you. I want to worship you with my mouth. I want to lick your tight little hole. I want to lick it, play with it, and I want to tongue ...fuck it. I want to hold your arse, pull the cheeks apart, and fuck your arse with my tongue. Then I want to finger fuck it – gently as I move to your dripping cunt, licking your lips, sucking them into my mouth, one at a time, and then together. I want to tease your clit with my teeth, suck it hard into my mouth, and flick it with my tongue as I. "Why not?" asked Richard."Oh, rich people, you know." He waved vaguely. "Everybody's been real nice though. Silly sometimes but nice." He looked down at the girl's swimsuit he was still wearing. "Nice and silly," he said.Richard grinned. "Silly is easy. You think rich people wouldn't be nice? So, what are you, poor?" Poor as church mice and not much bigger. Barbie and I had dinner earlier tonight, it probably cost a total of a $2.00 what with the salad."Richard stared at him, dumbfounded.. I wasn't a Queen. I was a knight.I fought monsters. I didn't start empires.I forced myself to stand. My companions watched me, Chaun kneeling over Thrak, feeding him a healing potion, Aurora standing nearby hugging herself. Xera stood with horror in her eyes, tears falling down her cheeks, her right hand dripping with the dragon's blood. Minx clung to her, looking like a lost child. Faoril reached Thrak, kneeling beside her orc, lifting his head onto her lap and stroking his brow.Slata had. They talked for a while more and played a few more rounds of cards until they got bored enough to decide to go to sleep for the night.After about two hours the temperature dropped and the heat from the fire waned as it was no longer being stoked with new wood. “Oh my god, it’s getting cold” Tristen said quietly wondering if John was still awake. “Yeah it is” a voice came from inside the sleeping back. “I didn’t think it would be this cold this weekend” John added. “I’m gonna put my jacket.