That made them too late for their reservation. She understood his frustration. In that moment, her mind flooded itself with guilt and she began crying... anew. Her guilt mixed with her love for him while she cried. As she calmed down, her first thought was how she could make it up to him. She knew he was sulking in the den. She knew that he probably would stay up into the wee hours reading. She decided to send him an e-mail. She fetched her tablet computer from the living room and wrote: Darling,. “well since you liked it so much and since you’re finished all those chores you want to smoke another one? I don’t have anywhere to be right now and wouldn’t mind at all, this looks like a sweet little spot you got back here” he started walking past me in to the yard looking around and nodding.“s…sure thing, you want a glass of water or anything?” he nodded, and I went into the kitchen to get us both glasses of water, my mouth now completely dry from the nerves, the weed, and the horniness.. Thomas wondered how he could possibly wear so much on such a sunny day in a hot studio that seemed more like a green house. But Sera moved with the flowing grace that only the truly relaxed can command and stood by his easel. Thomas, just inside the door, could see where the woman sat, naked, in a pose that he had fallen in. Thomas winced to see Sera fingers tracing over the pencil lines of his drawing. It didn't seem fair, that such reverie should belong to a copy of himself. Thomas almost. She was deep in sleep as her mouth began to open, her tongue slowly slipped out rounding it around the goblins head. He lifted his head back with a wide grin feeling the tickle of her soft yet firm wet tongue. The red goblin slowly widened her legs from the feet, he then slowly crawled inward seeing her cotton white panties. He pulled his sickly spike with razor sharp jagged edges. He could smell her sweet musky aroma from where he lay. Her juices beginning to flow creating a small dark white.