Lydia returned the way she’d come at a brisk pace, hardly feeling the effort. A spring day could be so energizing! She jogged back past the store to... the Bread Board diner, dashed in, and selected a cherry turnover from the rack of bakery goods at the front. She forced herself to walk back to the store, rather than run. For some reason, she wanted to look composed as she walked in the door, not hurried or out of breath. She still felt buoyant, though, almost wanting to kick up her heels as she. Who are you?" Don't worry, Wolfgang," the voice reassured him. "I look forward to seeing the both of you again." Again?" but the man had already disconnected and Wolfgang stared at the handset he still held."What is it?" Eva asked, crossing the bedroom. "What's wrong?" I'm not sure," Wolfgang replaced the phone in its cradle. "We've been invited to lunch." Lunch?" Eva smiled with confusion. "By whom?" An old friend," Wolfgang answered, sucking his top lip pensively. "I didn't recognize his. I thought "if only she knew what was happening…"Suddenly the motion of her body stopped again. She slowly stood up and I could see traces of semen running down her beautiful long legs. She grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up her pussy from the flood of cum she had received.I quickly left my peep hole watching her cleaning her pussy, as much as I was enjoying it, so that I could go out into the hall and pretend for my wife that it was me in the booth next to her with my dick through the glory. Go, and give him beautiful memories too.”Ella looked at her phone again, and saw a message from John that read, “I’m home on time. Now, where are you?”When she looked back up to thank the dryad, she found that her great-grandmother had vanished somewhere. Despite the nymph’s absence, she said, “Thank you, Grandma.”A warm surge in the magic surrounding her let her know the message had been heard.**Ella was thankful for the fairy magic. As her great-grandmother had explained, she remembered.