“Timmy? Timmy, wake up, Mom wants me to go to the neighbors next door and I don’t want to go alone.” There was a muffled grunt. “Don’t call ...me Timmy.” “Timothy! C’mon, get up, please?” She begged. She heard two heels striking the wooden floors, and then the door opened, revealing a boxer-clad Tim with his brown curls sticking up in all directions and his eyes sleepy. “Can you come with me?” Cassie begged.“All right, all right,” He mumbled, rubbing his hands over his cheeks, slapping awareness. And felt it -- the tip of that cock, sticking straight up and waiting for me. I teased my lips with it for just a moment, eyes closed, holding the headboard now for leverage.I moaned, softly. I could hear the jingling of straps as he pulled at his wrists and ankles, knowing better than to move his head even an inch. I felt the cock filling me, slowly, and I opened my mouth and let out a gasp.Sliding. Deeper. I moaned. And then I felt his hair tickling the insides of my thighs.***A blur.. But as always, you’ll see me when you see me. —L I smiled in anticipation and waited, and waited. As if afraid of taking a further step, or in an effective bid to tease me to distraction, she left me lonely for two weeks. Finally, a cloudy Wednesday morning brightened: “I do hope you haven’t withered away to nothing without my care. I’m sure with a little handiwork in the garden, the petals and stalk will be full to overflowing with sap.” I memorized the day, time, and location.She left the. Anorexia was taking her time waking up. She opened one eye as they approached and dropped it closed. When Pardin started scratching her, she decided to pop open both eyes. Her irises were an intense violet."Oh, look who is finally awake," his mother said. She began by patting the dragon on her muzzle. After a brief inspection, his mother peeled back the upper lip to inspect the teeth. Anorexia tolerated the inspection as if it was normal."Her gums are nice and pink," she said. "I don't see any.