My nervous and excited and incredibly aroused because I know exactly what is going to happen. I feel him slowly lifting up the back of my skirt. Inch ...by inch he raises it. He slides his hands up the outside of my thighs. Feeling naked flesh. His touch is light and his hands are warm. Confidant. Purposeful. Moving sensuality but with intent. His hands glide over my bottom. He kneeds the warm skin and he makes me moan.My breathing changes.Excitement, fear, arousal,anticipation." Keep still for. By the end of the day, even the heartiest individual was exhausted by this much fighting. However, the principle had been proven, so the solution seemed to be one of recruiting and training more legionnaires.Fire Bringer trained and equipped 400 more men and tried again. This time, he went for 15 minutes of fighting and two hours of rest. Ah, this worked out much better. Men actually complained about being pulled from the line before they had made their quota. "Quota?" Where did that come from?. I knelt back down and slowly made my way up her legs, kissing and caressing her right one until I reached her hip. Slowly I moved my face to her crotch, looked up at her, and let her feel my breath on her wetness. Suddenly, I pulled back to her other ankle and repeated my journey. This time I continued past her hips, across her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck, and to her ear. She turned her face towards me and we kissed, tongues dueling. I pulled back, and she strained forward,. She was well dressed, very attractive, spoke with the confident clarity of a well educated person and I said, "No, I wouldn't mind at all, as a matter of fact I think I would like it very much if you did join me."She introduced herself simply as Julie and said that she was there alone. She had planned on meeting her husband there but something had come up and he wasn't going to be able to make it there that night. Julie then proceeded to tell me about herself. Where she went to college, what.