<div class="floatright">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Carterkilt_zpsfb43cb43.jpg)</div>Name: Carter<br/>Location: couch<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169405.msg7957123#msg7957123">Quote from: AribethAmkiir on 28-03-2013, 05:05:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You know, I've never really met anyone who could pull of a kilt.  That's pretty impressive.  Have you always worn one or is it a cool college thing?"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Since I became my own man."<br/><br/>Before he could do more than answer the question, she was off again, but the impression had been made. There was something about that glorious shade of Mediterranean skin that made him want to lick her all over. It was a weakness and one he hadn't run into in a long time. Beneath the heavy cotton, his cock jerked and he was happy for the camouflage, his eyes never leaving her trim form.