"She don't mix much with folks as a rule... well... not HUMAN folks anyways. Vampires, werewolves, banshees, sentient mists, demons, ghosts, elves, tr...olls, gnomes, and dwarves... yes... but not HUMANS." I wonder why that is," Poberson said sarcastically. "Is 'she' so hideous to look upon or what?" No, she's quite beautiful," the dwarf said, rather surprised. "She just finds most humans rather dull. With the exception of the Very Creative Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wordsmith's Guild she has. That was simple. I smiled wide, climbed in the car and headed out. I told him the truth. I was honest. I was sincere. It was his fault now. Yep, he was a conspirator. He knew what I was doing and didn’t stop me. Hmmm. . . that wasn’t good. I grabbed my cell phone and called the family Lawyer. ‘Mr. Maxwell’s office,’ the squeaky voice came over the other end. I rolled my eyes. I hated that squeaky voice. So annoying. So. . . snotty. ‘This is Mrs. Croft, is Tom free?’ ‘Do you have an. Slowly, he put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me lightly. I turned around and we hugged and smooched passionately for sometime while he pressed my boobs gently. Then he slipped his hand into my skirt and felt my wet panties and looked into my eyes and bit me on my lips softly. He kissed me deeply on my lips again and kept rubbing my pussy lips slowly. Then I held his hand and said I don’t want to do this and he reluctantly agreed. I could see disappointment in his eyes but couldn’t. Usually, when I only got-off one more time in a girl, Id take her in all different positions, however her limp body would allow me to penetrate her, sometimes (if she was light enough) Id pick her up and fuck her standing, or up against a wall. But either way, whether I shot two or three (or more) times, I made sure that when I was done with a girl, Id spewed enough sperm into her to impregnate half-a-dozen girls. And if I really must admit it, the thought of making a baby in a girls belly was.