<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/1342/kolettedebrest.jpg)</td><td><strong>Kolette</strong>, The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Did I ever tell you that the sensation of riding always seems to turn me on?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Kolette felt his breath whisper into her ear, just as she felt his hands and groin press against her.  He could be quite the lady, but Kolette also enjoyed these occasions when she felt his stiffness even through all her skirts.<br/><br/>"You know, I think you go out of your way to tell me that every time we go riding," she observed, still looking ahead as they spoke.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And that Estelle. Wherever did Frederick find her? She's quite the expert whore, don't you think? She seems to know all of your tricks, but she certainly doesn't have your good breeding or your noble charms.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh, I do love your little backwards compliments," she jabbed back.  Glancing at Estelle work her magic, however, she had to nod.  "She is quite the little minx.  She's slowly wrapping him around her finger.  I wonder what she wants?"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">One of Antoine's hands had vanished from Kolette's waist, and moments later, she could feel it again, on her bare skin, under her skirts! "Shh!" he admonished her. "Don't make a big fuss, or everyone will know that my pretty, little fingers are about to dance between your delicious thighs, my dear."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Eep-" she had to breathily squeek, clamping her lips immediately.  Kolette had to close her eyes and take a breath, her bust already rising and falling a bit more intensely and attractively than before.  "Only you would know how to sneak in there so seamlessly," though it wasn't a complaint.  The feeling of Antoine's fingers stroking her bare thighs was magical, and she knew he only got better.  The fact that he was molesting her out here in semi-public was <em>quite</em> exciting, and she concentrated on leaving her thighs relaxed and open for his dance.<br/><br/>Not to be out-done (and unable to contain herself in anticipation), Kolette's hands wandered behind herself to stroke and grasp Antoine's groin.  Her deft fingers undid a button or two, bypassing layers of cloth to arrive at his bare flesh as well, intent on giving as good as she got.</td></tr></tbody></table>