“She is cute,” Aingeal said from above. My faerie-wife—yes, I had a faerie-wife, a sister-wife, and I was betrothed to Princess Ava—flew above... us, her magic keeping herself invisible. Pink hair and matching butterfly wings drew notice. Fairies were not common. They lived in their own world sequestered away from ours. When they did appear, it was usually to play pranks from the shadows, not to walk openly through one of the largest cities in the world.“We are heading to the Temple of Rithi,”. I explained in my most gentle fatherly voice that although her body was not going to let her keep anything in her stomach, once we got past that, her colon would absorb the alcohol. " But Bob... she stuttered, I have never... had anything up there except for a suppository... and... ". She blushed again, and I said " I was married for 30 years and have children almost as old as you. This won't hurt and I'll try not to look." Just then she grabbed her stomach again and groaned " Ok, Dad lets get. This is just the thing for a dreary day,’ she said as she looked back outside. It wasn’t like her to get down from the weather but this year was different in so many ways. This was just one. ‘I have something else that might be an antidote for dismal weather,’ Don said with a smile. He reached up and pulled a roll of paper that he had been carrying under his arm. It was a little wrinkled and he tried to smooth it as he put it down on the coffee table. Bridget looked down at it. The first page. The day to day mundanity of her room. A breath of cool air caressed her nakedness and she shivered with delight, pretending to ignore the suit as she dimmed the lights in her room before standing before her mirror, turning slowly, her gaze drawn by the image she presented. Her breasts were small and perky with youth, her nipples protruding, already stiff with desire. Her ass was pleasantly shaped beneath a narrow waist. Her belly was soft, yet toned, as were her legs. Her mound was smooth.