Armament consisted of recently developed machine guns firing a new bullet, .303 caliber, but still with a hollow point to hold the poison. The bullet ...was not a high velocity type, because it was desirable for the bullet to remain within the body of the Wasp, and a high velocity bullet would simply pass on through the Wasp without dropping its poison. The reason for going to a slightly larger bullet was to cut down on deflection from stray wind currents and to give them a little more punch at. David's fingers worked swiftly on the buttons of my hipsters. My cock sprang free, open lips and a warm mouth greeted it. He bobbed greedily on my shaft; hands slipped from my waist onto the top of my jeans then slid them down off my hips. These warm soft hands cradled my buttocks, fingers searching the cleft between them. A digit stopped on my anus gently probing to see if I was a virgin of not. I wasn't and he pushed up into my muscular tube. This man was a maestro, playing a tune on my penis. She looked up at him. "Gelwenil. The English translation is Gwyneth." Gwyneth," he said softly. "It's a beautiful name." Thank you." For a beautiful girl," he added, somewhat dreamily."Knock that off," she said, sternly. "There's a natural subconscious attraction that human men have for female elves," she said. "But you have to ignore that. You have a job to do. You have to save Christmas! So eyes on the road, mister." Oh," he said, still staring. His eyes slipped to her chest, and he found. When we spoke that night I thought I would lay all my cards on the table. I told her I had booked a hotel room Friday and Saturday night a few miles away and I wanted her to join me too. It took a week of yes no mabyes from her. In the end she said yes. I met her at mid-day and went to the room. The room was just a double bed. I said I had booked two singles but she said not to worry. We went to the bar and had a few drinks and got talking.