I of course said yes. The weekend came soon and we hung out around her house. Then she said that she had to go to the store. I told her that it was ok...y and I went with her. I stayed in the car while she went in and when she came out she had a paper bag. I asked her what she had. Whiskey and soda was her reply. I smiled to myself. She wanted to get drunk with me. As soon as we got to her house, music was playing and she got two shot glasses out and filled them. "Guests first," she told me. I. “Well, that’s the advantage of oil and watercolor I guess,” Elena turned and smiled to me, “I can paint what my eye sees, a camera can only capture what it’s technically capable of. The computer makes up for that. Very cool.” I was impressed by her understanding We were now the last two people in the gallery and I saw the manager looking over, hoping we’d finish and she could go home. “So how have you been?” I asked as Elena inspected another print. “How did you end up here?” “I’m well,” she. And Xera might do it in a pinch."Xera shuddered. "He's so ... solid. No tits. A cock should only be on a woman. It's disgusting on a man." It's disgusting on a woman, too," I giggled. "But I still like you, Xera."The elf's laugh echoed across the plain. "It's a pity your oaths to your goddess prevent you from knowing the joys of my cock. Angela can't get enough of it." Well, it does mix the best of both worlds, the thick, throbbing, hot shaft cumming inside of you attached to a curvy, sexy. My cheek touched the side of her buttock as I felt her tongue lick mine. I opened my legs as I could feel Angie’s warm breath moving behind me and blowing on my pubic patch. I could hear her sniffing me. I shuddered as I felt the tip of her tongue touching the base of my asscrack and her nose pushing against my engorged pussy lips. I fell on my stomach when she mounted me from behind and felt her hairy mound rubbing against my asscheeks. I heard a muffled cry from the women. I got up and pushed.