She had discarded the pointy hat with the trailing red ribbon, but was confident she was still pulling off the fairytale princess look. Maybe a fairy...ale princess whose formative years had featured a little too much Joy Division, but a fairytale princess nonetheless. The occasion was an all-singles fancy dress Valentine’s Ball being thrown by a vague acquaintance whose name she had forgotten. She hadn’t wanted to come. It had all been Elena’s idea, and she’d promptly disappeared off to a room. After a minute or so i was feeling hornier than before now and wanted more, i stopped wanking and laid there my hard cock just pointing to attention and glistening with lube, i looked at steve and he took the hint and reached out to it, and started copying the motions i hd been doing, going up and down twisting around and his tight grip felt even better than my own.he commented about the lube asking me why i use it, and i told him it just feels so much better, he stopped for a second and. ” She chuckled. I continued with, “Are you sure you want a brother? I really don’t recommend them.”She said, “He sounds like fun.”“Tell me that again when he’s talking about your period. To your priest. On the way out of the church.” She laughed again and asked, “He didn’t do that did he?” I said, “No, but he absolutely could.”More laughter. I said, “It’s always nice to hear you laugh. I’m glad you called. I was just starting to make plans for the day, what are you up to?”“Well, I wanted to. Now, I’m hardly an expert but I knew it certainly wasn’t in English or any other so called ‘western’ script. ‘Charlie,’ I asked him as I tried to figure it all out, ‘what is this?’ I asked pointing to some figures on a drawing. ‘How big,’ he replied. That was a start. ‘Is it inches or feet or meters?’ ‘No,’ was all he said. ‘And what is this?’ I asked point to other figures. ‘What it is,’ he replied, ‘stuff, you know.’ ‘Not sure that I do,’ I replied. He looked so forlorn, like a dog who really.