“You can’t come upstairs tonight, Anthony. The children are staying over tonight. Let’s go in the parlor, instead.”Debby stiffened in my arms....She had heard her mother as clearly as I had, and understood the implication as had I. Her mother was telling her boyfriend they couldn’t screw in her bedroom, so they had to do it downstairs!I sat up and looked around the room. In the moonlight, I could see the grate by the wall. I turned back to my wife and, putting a finger to my lips, took her hand.. I had gone from wanting sex to needing sex and, after Steven’s disappointment and the events of the past days, I was ready to explode. My toys and fingers just couldn’t satisfy me and my level of arousal had my body tingling all over. I masturbated so much that my arms grew weak and tired. I went through three or four sets of batteries with my toys, vowing to buy rechargeable batteries or electric toys. At the very least I should pick up Duracell stock!I pondered driving to the city to. My little weenie was red and tingly as I rubbed it against Cindy's sweetlittle thing. She was sort of gasping for air as we kissed and rubbedand so was I. Then I got the most fantastic feeling in my balls andwhoosh - waves of pleasure hit me. I was spurting thick little glops ofhot cream all over Cindy as we kissed and Cindy was moaning as each onehit her. I was in heaven. I never knew anything could be that good.Then Cindy's little goo factory got busy and she began to squeal justlike the. Graydon and Tristan knew what the tune signified and perhaps Beriwen did as well. Brother William had read about Warrior Brownies in several older tombs while at the monastery but had never encountered any, though the ancient writings did include references to a certain song.Six Brownies appeared from the forest in single file, whistling their signature tune, and swinging their off hand in perfect time with their step as they approached Major McFinn. The Brownie in front of the column turned.