This girl envelopes James like a mist, before...

James did not hold back when he realised that Misty was well up for it. Like a good swordsman; of the pork-sword variety as opposed to the foil, sabre or epee; he lunged and lunged. His aim was not to draw blood, but a far sweeter nectar, and in this he succeded. She followed suit by drawing forth his liquid genetics too!