| Subject: Re: Cloak and Dagger |
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Fetch
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Date Posted: 12:07:53 05/21/06 Sun
In reply to:
Nim
's message, "Re: Cloak and Dagger" on 09:36:38 05/21/06 Sun
::Poor, poor, Fetch, or a lucky dog one might say. Once Nim started her dance, using his body and hers as well.. his body as a stick of dynamite, and hers a spark. His eyes fell to the small of her back and the sweetness of her arse. His eyes the size of pie pans, those would not change. He was lucky to just pull his tongue back in his mouth before Nim turned back around and saw it.
Facing him now, Fetch gasped. Her breast were bigger then his pie pan eyes, and when she lifted his hands and placed them there, and again when she lowered them down to that warmth that made her a woman. Fetch closed his eyes::
Are you saying that I get to bed you.. ::his thoughts directed at the almighty, saying "please, please, please. I promise I'll go straight. Then whispers for only Nim to hear:: or I get what's in your coin purse.
One might think Fetch did not even wish for Nim to answer, his hands grasp her by the hips and laid her on the table where Stitch had him sit only minuets earlier. Fetch place his hand on the inside of her thigh, his eyes climbing up from where his hand squeezed. His words directed to her face, though his eyes directed at where he wanted to be, and where his hand was going::
The Osprey is her ship she uses for S-K Shipping. She use to sail a ship before that one called the Griffen. The grape vine says she sails another ship ::He clims up on the table.. spreading her legs:: but for its name I can't recall. ::he takes a deep breath, unhooks his pants:: Now.. about that payment.
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