Getting the skirt up to his waist, he instinctively reached in thefront for a pants zipper to close. Scoffing at himself, he checkedaround the waist ...and then reached behind.?Women?s clothes,? he muttered. ?But I guess it looks better thatway.? Pulling his arms back to reach the zipper forced his head down.He saw the taunt front of the skirt bridging his thighs and forminghorizontal rippled stretches emphasizing the restrictive cashmere. Hisfingers fidgeted at his rear with the zipper flap. . I was about to turn away and go back to the house when a pair of arms slid around my arms pinning them to my sides. An obviously female body pressed against my back. Soft silky hair tickled my cheek as a voice whispered in my ear. ‘Thank you, Malcolm,’ it said. ‘I appreciate your good wishes.’ ‘Who are you?’ I asked, attempting to free myself. The arms held me firmly. ‘A fairy, of course,’ She replied. ‘Who else would you expect in the middle of a fairy ring at the very end of Valentine’s Day?’. Wow… I surely look like a sexy lady in that transparent red sari. First I went for the shower and had a great steamy bath, slowly and carefully washed every part of my body clean. Then I took a razor and shaved clean all the unwanted hair in my body. After drying myself off, I applied moisturizer all over my body and when I felt my skin, it was so soft and shining, with not even a single hair. Then, I filled a syringe without needle full of castor oil and emptied it deep into my anus. I. I reach down to the beginning of her valley of ecstasy, just below where the fold of her labia begins. Three fingers, slight pressure, slow circular motion. Her legs part slightly and she starts to push back into me, caressing my man part with her bottom. Her chin slowly drops to her chest, eyes still on the whirling, swirling rain seen in the stroboscope of lightning. My pace quickens slightly as I hear the luscious moan, music to me, of her increased arousal. She is pushing against me.