Ding something plaintively jingled in response, puffed up her lips and stubbornly clasped white tender hands on a magnificent breast. Peter narrowed sly green eyes and bowed his head to the side, as if studying the reaction of his slave. Under this look, she blushed like strawberries, lowered her eyes and guiltily dropped her hands, clasping them in the lock in front of her. The man slowly ran his finger along her cheek, along her tiny shoulder, and then over the lush, elastic chest that gently swayed at his touch. The fairy put forward her hands, supposedly to protect herself, but Peter knew perfectly well what this depraved girl really wanted. Fuck she ever get it! Meleuzga unhappy! Thank God that its dust does not affect him. Otherwise, it would be unprofitable for him - how to drink! Peter gloatally clenched his teeth and already actually raised his hand to create something indecent with a defenseless mischief when he suddenly remembered a couple below and caught the noise of some voices.

- Fool and pervert! - finally he hissed contemptuously, rudely throwing the ringing Din in the side. The light, which flew in the direction of the throw, stopped abruptly, soared high and swooped down, showered its offender with clouds of sparkling powder. Peter sneezed, waved his hand in front of his face, dispersing the dust, and promptly flew up into the air, hovering silently over the entrained couple. He could clearly see how behind the glass doors a heavy curtain was pushed back, and because of her, a respectable age for a woman in a strict dark blue velvet dress, and with her a respectable gentleman in pince-nez, floats. They were ready to go out on the veranda, but both turned around and hesitated to talk, and Wendy had already begun, as if spellbound, to kneel in front of her powerful gentleman, not noticing anything around.

Peter, without delaying a second, rushed down, deftly picked up the girl from behind for a thin camp, squeezed in his arms and disappeared with her in the night sky. Mr. Grand shook his eyes in shock and even recoiled from surprise. At that moment, the doors opened, and the host and his wife, accompanied by several guests, entered. Mr. Grand abruptly turned around, completely forgetting about his indecent image. The hostess turned brown like a beet and tentatively slid along her husband's foot to the floor in a fake swoon. A pair of girls screamed like sirens and they too were about to fall, but their curiosity held them in such a way that they could not take their eyes off the impressive size of man’s dignity. The gentleman in pince-nez hastily bent over his wife, sprawled on the floor, and frantically waved a handkerchief over her. Three youngsters burst out laughing, and one rushed back into the hall, apparently wanting to be the first to tell the world about this embarrassment. Grand turned pale, turned away, and began to fasten himself frantically.

“Sir, I'm afraid you insulted my house and my spouse!” I ask you to leave!

Grand gritted his teeth viciously, finally coming to himself.

“Sir, I'm afraid your spouse was quite pleased with what he saw,” the young baron coldly threw, adjusting the coat, “Good luck, ladies,” he bowed with dignity and a wry grin to the startled girls hiding the burning cheeks behind the fans. “My deference to you, gentlemen,” he nodded contemptuously to the men. Without looking back, he swam with dignity past the judge and his spouse prostrated on the floor.

***

At first, Wendy thought that the starry sky had decided to fall directly on her head. Then the sky lights swirled before her eyes and rushed down, and night London appeared above her head. She wanted to scream, because she did not feel her legs under herself, but the sensation of a swift flight deprived her of her voice, as well as her breathing.Her heart hung in zero gravity, her hair hit her face, her fluffy skirt swelled with a sail and flapped in the wind. The girl closed her eyes and prepared herself for death. When she finally opened her eyes, a view of Bishops Avenue from a dizzying height spread out before her, but now she could feel the ground under her feet. She immediately gathered herself to scream, but suddenly realized that her mouth was tightly clamped, just like her waist. With her hands, with horror, she felt strong male hands clutching her. She could have imagined that it was Mr. Grand, but for some reason she immediately felt that it was not him, even before seeing the tanned bare skin of muscular arms and the sleeves of a white linen shirt fluttering in the wind. One wrist was pulled into a leather strap. The unshaven male cheek rubbed against her neck and cheek and tickled and hotly.

“I am ready to let you go, lady, if you promise not to shout,” whispered a velvety low voice in his ear.

Wendy hurriedly nodded.

- Just remember, I barely managed to save you from shame ... If you decide to make noise, it is hardly possible to save your reputation, but she can still be useful to such a beauty.

Wendy nodded again, and her grip on her waist loosened, and her hand was removed from her mouth. Looking at herself, she noticed with horror her naked chest and began frantically straightening her bodice, lowered in front. Then she abruptly turned around and immediately flashed when she saw in front of her a beautiful young stranger in leather beige trousers, in a white loose shirt with rolled up sleeves, with a dagger in a sheath at the waist and in high black boots. Whether a pirate, or a deserter, or a gangster from the main road, who rob carriages and stagecoaches, and maybe even banks or rich houses ... His blond hair fluttered in the wind like a lion's mane, and a sensual mouth made a wry smile. A gold earring flashed in the ear, and the brilliance of the stone decorating it could not be confused with anything.

- Who you are? - She gasped in shock.

“Peter Pan is at your service, lady,” he held out a hand to her, on the middle finger of which there was a massive golden signet ring, but Wendy drew hers away, swayed, lost her balance and would certainly fall from the roof if Peter hadn’t grabbed her again waist away from the edge and holding tight to him. “You are just attracting trouble to yourself,” he smiled in her face, devouring the juicy defenselessly opened red lips that had just kissed another man with such passion and were ready for anything.

“Let go ...,” she was once again overwhelmed by the heat of this look and touch.

- I already let go once, and you almost fell ...

“I'll ... be careful,” Wendy sighed a little as she coped with her voice. She almost did not feel the legs of fear and excitement. Everything that happened just in her head did not fit.

- Allow me to bring you to the nearest pipe? There you can sit down.

Wendy had nothing to say to this, and despite the fact that she really wanted to escape from the stranger’s hot and shameless embraces, she still pulled herself together and carefully went with him along the gentle slope of the roof to the pipe, and then gently sat on it holding his hand. She felt herself extremely stupid, helpless and absurd.

- How did we get on the roof? It seems that everything happened too quickly ..., - she asked as calmly and politely as possible, looking around cautiously.

“Ah ... well ... you see ... I can fly," Peter grinned, shruglessly shrugging his shoulders.

- No one can fly! - Wendy frowned. Now she was definitely not joking.

“And I can do it,” Peter shook his head, shamelessly examining his abducted lady. Her brown curls, flowers in her hair, ribbons, lace, a crinoline trembled in the breeze, her seductive white breasts heaved over a taut bodice, her cheeks were thick with shame, thick eyelashes often flapped, as if she was about to cry. However, she kept bravely for her position. Perhaps she was not yet fully aware of the shock, but she could already start panicking with might and main.Peter remembered her tender little pink nipples, and in his groin he ached painfully.

“Don't be silly, sir,” said the stubborn coldly.

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