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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 17:59:16 GMT -5
He just smirks and pours some glasses. "To...family," he chuckles. "Speaking of...what is your family like?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:00:17 GMT -5
"My father is just a delightful man!" Ami exclaims as she raises her glass. "Would you believe he lets me do anything I want?" She laughed. "My mother... well, she is a little colder. Still a lovely woman." She drank.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:06:25 GMT -5
The stuff can never be gotten used to, as it kicks like a dragon in heat. "He does seem rather...lenient," he laughs. "Much less complicated than my family's tangled web."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:08:02 GMT -5
Ami blinked when she drank from the glass, shook her head, then drank again. "I cannot imagine your childhood to have been very easy." She leaned forward and crooked her head. "Shall I slip into something more... revealing?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:10:53 GMT -5
"Certainly." He grinned "I can show you how a knowledge of anatomy can be helpful."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:12:55 GMT -5
Amelia chuckled. "I bet you can," She murmured, moving behind a screen to remove the dress she wore on top of the smaller, white one which barely covered her body.
She stepped around the screen again and moved to place her chubby behind on Faeron's lap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:16:33 GMT -5
He is considerably stronger than he looks, and Amelia still isn't a blimp, so he kisses her neck and runs his hand up her spine in a manner which gives her goosebumps all over her body. "I hope you like hair wax."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:22:38 GMT -5
"Hair way?" Amelia asked curiously, moaning quietly when Faeron kisses and touched her, grinding her behind slowly against him. "I cannot say I have ever heard of it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:23:55 GMT -5
"Wax. It holds your hair in ways nature never intended. They are obsessed with it in Ghis." His hands explore her body.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:29:33 GMT -5
Ami gave a gasp and turned her head, her tongue slipping wetly across his lips. "So should I style my hair up as they do then? What dresses do their women wear?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:39:21 GMT -5
"It will help. The Ghiscari women are very short but wearing clothing too small for you is something you seem used to. You'll be fine," he chuckled.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:41:36 GMT -5
Ami moved around so she was straddling him, her thighs and breasts pressing against him. "Anything else you can tell me that will help me fit in?" She asked, looking into his eyes with a cute pout.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:43:20 GMT -5
"Don't wear that dress around Lyria," he says as he pulls her into him, mouth on hers, hands removing her offending garment.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 18:47:24 GMT -5
"And why not?" Ami purrs into his mouth, her tongue slapping against his as she sat naked upon his lap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2012 18:52:42 GMT -5
"Like I said..surprise." He lifted her up and half-carried her to the bed.
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