Now =there= was a man Gemma could bed with passion.Now =there= was a man Gemma could bed with passion. "Bloody well right," she said, and straightened her shoulders and swayed into the room. Percy smiled as he saw Gemma enter the parlour and walked up to her. She was possibly one of the most beautiful women in Miss Lily's, if not the most beautiful in the town. "Good evening lass." He said, kissing her hand lightly. "Ello there Mr. MacLeod, 'ow might I 'elp ye?" Percy could barely control himself from saying that he had wanted to ravish her right there, but clenched his teeth and smiled. "Well Gemma, I can't help but remeber the last time we uh...hehehe" He smiled, blushing. "Oh, I remember!" She said, blushing also. "Maybe we can go upstairs?" He asked, feeling his cock stiffen a little as he suggested it. "Anything you say luv." She said with a smile, a slid passed him, putting her ass against his crotch as she went upstairs. He smiled and followed her up as her rear swung back and forth as sheclimbed the stairs. Gemma smiled. She could feel Percy's cock growing with every step as she moved her ass against him. He was so tall that the steps brought her ass into just the right position when she took the step above his. She'd always liked him. More than she'd ever tell him, o'course. He was always such a gentleman, even when they were rolling about on the bed. Considerate, that was it. And he was a handsome man, a right looker. She liked that he preferred to wear his kilt. His legs were strong and lean, he'd proved that a time or two. As they reached her room, Gemma turned around and leaned against the door. She knew she looked fetching in the pink lace trimmed corselet that pressed her breasts up as though they were on a shelf, being offered for the taking. |