<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine LaFleur,</strong>The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Alfreic Slate, Bella]<br/><br/>Antoine had long since beaten Estelle to the idea, and his petite body was pressed up against Kollete from behind. Though he could be a gorgeous beauty at times, Kolette was reminded of his maleness when she felt a bulge pressing against her bottom from behind. "Did I ever tell you," he began, whispering into her ear, "that the sensation of riding always seems to turn me on?" Though his hands were behaving for the moment, they frequently slipped to cover the girl's thighs.<br/><br/>"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." 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."<br/>