Rebel 1777Chapter 79 An Experienced Virgin
The girl was obviously very unhappy. She looked impossibly young and vulnerable. She also had an incredible and desirable body. She sat in the corner of a reasonably fashionable tavern, hemmed in by a pair of young macaronis who seemed to be pestering her to do something she did not want to do. They were whispering at both her ears and pawing her beneath the table as far as I could tell. I had been watching this playlet for a time, admiring the rise and fall of her round breasts and the...