<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Sample_dbf5f83f424773d972464177c1c241e2.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Morn</strong><br/><br/>The purple haired girl gave a surprised gasp when she found Rarovan’s strong hands on her big, firm breasts.  She closed her eyes, and her lower lip trembled.<br/><br/>Finding she had no will to resist, the purple haired girl cooed.  She let her head lull back and her breasts thrust up into the air.<br/><br/>The drums slowly roused her from the haze of languid lust.  Her eyes wandered the stage, pleased by the beauty she saw there.  She cooed again, finding that there were now two hands on her breasts.  Tanned cheeks rosy and hot, she looked down and found it was now Dawn’s hands making expert love to her breasts.  Her sheer silk gown barely obscured their touch, where it covered them at all!  Her eyes dropped lower, between the two girl’s, and her cheek’s flared to find herself inches away from Ravoran’s maleness—a thing she’d dreamed of for weeks but not had the courage to pursue.<br/><br/>Her eyes closed in a sudden gasp, then opened again.  “That feel’s good, Dawn,” she whispered.  Then, biting her lower lip, she reached down.  The tips of her fingers ever so delicately traced their way up Rarovan’s length.  Her eyes shut, for she felt shyer than ever even in this bold moment.  Her hands didin’t still, though.  With the strength of a warrior and the deft touch of a caster, her fingers glided over him, learning his width and breadth, his contour.<br/><br/>“Is…” she whispered faintly, then breathed a little louder, “Is that good, Rarovan?”<br/><br/>