She’s the business.” She kissed my cheek. “Fashionably late arriving too. You really are becoming the star.”“My cab was late.”“Never spo...il the illusion. That German girl of yours was gorgeous!”“American.”“Whatever. I can see why you made such an ass of yourself. Now, Flick has told Hattie to chaperone you tonight to make sure you don’t make a tit of yourself. But there is one little someone I want you to meet.”“If you’re matchmaking...”“Would I? Anyway, she’s an exotic.” That, for Lilly, meant. Finally, after what felt like an hour of pushing and twisting, I felt her buttocks and pubic hair press against my groin . I put my hands under her knees and lifted her legs up on to my shoulders. Using short even strokes I began to fuck her . Skin slid it against skin as her thighs rubbed against my torso and the slick inner walls of her vagina rubbed against the tautly stretched skin of my cock . The scent of her filled my senses . The smell of her skin merged with the scents of her hair,. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I loved something sweet once in a while, but that much in one sitting would make me ill. Oh well, I was sure that the girls would eat some when they woke up later.I was halfway through my second pudding when the girls started to stir. I smiled over at them as they stretched and rolled themselves into a sitting position, one on each side of the tiny cot. They fit on it together with zero room to spare.“You two are the most gorgeous creatures to have ever woken up in. They'd be working their way disconsolately but efficiently through glass after glass, usually of flat, warm beer while they complained that it wasn't like it was when they were younger — even the young ones — and that even if it was it cost more now. They didn't cause much trouble though. Just as long as the Billy Goats weren't in.Somehow Deborah Snowdrop and her friends always seemed to get caught up in things. It wasn't that elves were attractive as such, or that pixies were particularly.