Not a good idea I thought, not good at all. It took me only a short time to regain control and to stop crying. Diane had noticed me turn away, and she... could see my tears. She asked me if I wanted her to cover up."No, don't do that. Those look great on you. It's just that you reminded me of someone when I first saw them. I'm fine now. How do you like those beauties?" I love these, but those other ones were too big. They might fit Kate Smith though." Actually, they fit a girl who wasn't even as. It was tighter than Christine's and felt so good around my solid cock. After fucking away at her arse for a few minutes she asked me to sit on the sofa next to Christine and then climbed on top, shoving my cock straight back into her arse. "Get over here and double stuff me" she shouted to my mate. Without hesitation he walked across the room and slowly started to force his cock into her arsehole alongside mine. "Fucking hell, I thought you'd put it in my pussy, not another in my arse. I don't. I had opened the closet door where Rick had mounted afull length mirror so that it faced the big mirror bythe sink. Then I’d stripped down to my birthday suitand stood between them, studying my bod from front andback. Holy shit I looked good; my skin radiated the rich,deep, copper splendor of the best tan I’d ever had, myusually blandly brown hair was alive with naturalsunny highlights and my body was firm and tight from aweek of dancing, swimming and fucking. It was a weird. I dodged to the right. IT flashed past my face, leaving a streak of green light blazing across my vision. My sword rattled from my sheath, swung through the air. Smoke flared.The duke screamed in pain.His right butterfly wing spun through the air, fire burning at it. On his back was the seared stump of the wing oozing blood. He staggered to his feet. His head threw back as he plunged the light sword into the grass. Stalks sizzled.His blood boiled on my blade.“That’s right. Faeries can’t.