Licking his finger clean of her juices, he reached up and guided her off her feet and onto his lap. He pulled her around so that she was sitting sidew...ays in his lap.Nytoya's mouth was gaping slightly, and her eyes were glazed with lust. It was obvious to Steve that he wasn't going to get any answers from her in her present condition. He wasn't sure whether he should just get her off now, or wait for her to calm down.While he'd been getting Nytoya into his lap, Mary had been gathering her own. I felt too humiliated by what had happened between us. I probably would not ever be able to face him again, I supposed. It was a sick feeling, losing my best friend. 'That fucking fairy,' I thought. People are supposed to live happily ever after when a Fairy grants their wishes, but I'm not living happily ever after. Everything is a big damn mess. Sunday wore on with me glum and down in the dumps. When evening came, I was watching TV with my brothers. My older brother Drew had just gotten. Yes, Ashby is a small town, with all the limitations of a small town. My father was Chief Accountant for the Bardon Hill Quarries, a well-known local business. Mother had her church activities at St. Helen’s and both of them were dedicated – and very good – bridge players who played three or four time s a week. Mother has her own private income, which, she promised, would one day come to me, and we lived in one of the large early Victorian houses on Upper Packington Road, with the gardener,. I find my way to your right breast and its hard nipple. I take the hard nipple into my mouth and suck it gently while I caress the other one. I then move to the left one and do the same. I finish giving attention to your breasts and trail my tongue down yourbelly stopping between your spread thighs. I gaze upon your "flower oflife". I can see though the sparce hair that your "man in the boat" is swollen hard. I can also see moisture forming on the hair.I gaze again on your "flower of life". I.