<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169408.msg8020077#msg8020077">Quote from: Ray Banner on 08-04-2013, 06:10:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Her hands moved ever so magically on his kilt, caressing him through it. <strong>“I think we have his attention, Sandra… what would you desire, hmm?”</strong> She had to suppress a giggle so she wouldn’t embarrass him, but this was all in good intent. <br/><br/>For a moment – and just a moment alone, mind you – Kenza leaned back and undid her bra when Sandra flicked at her nipple through it. She slipped it off and nuzzled the blonde man on the bed. <strong>“You will have to make your choice, since dawn approaches soon.”</strong> She winked at him, before putting one hand on his chest so she can structure her balance and stealing another kiss from Sandra. <strong>“Since this will be oh… ever so disheartening should you fall asleep or need your rest.”</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"You have my attention, ladies, so don't fear that wandering any time soon," Carter assured lightheartedly and gestured at his small saddlebags, laying on the floor under the window. "You decide which of you wants to saddle up, but go into my my bag and grab that box of condoms, won't you? No point in being unsafe. I've got enough stamina to satisfy you both unless you've got the same quirk I do, and that would be a damn shame. Up for sec, Sandra so I can get this damn kilt off. And I'm happy to show that this smart mouth is good for more than just talking. Any takers?"<br/><br/>When Sandra shifted, he yanked at the snaps and zipper, loosening the kilt from around his hips and thighs.