I wasn't always a statue though. I was once a living woman. I only became a fairy after my spirit was placed in the statue while my body was cooked. Y...s my body was cooked and eaten by my lover Jenny but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.Like I said I wasn't always a statue. I was once human. At the time I was 28 and I like to think that I was attractive even if I didn't have any dates. I guess it's because I was so shy. I still am even though I've gotten used to being. He's been dating my sister Karen for over two years who by the way is very good looking. Any guy, included me would love to fuck her and that smoking hot twenty year old body of hers. From the first day Jeff started fucking my sister, he would give me all of the details of his conquest. As time went on Jeff tried to make it more pleasurable for me by leaving my sister’s bedroom door open, just so I could watch them from the hallway. About six months ago Jeff caught me stroking my cock while he. Whereas an American with a foreigner would raise many more eyebrows unless she happened to be British.” Laughing, he said “For some reason, Americans love the British. Put the worst criminal before a jury, have him speak with a British accent, and the jury will waltz him out the door with the keys of the city!”We both laughed. He was right, of course. “And Asia?” I asked. “Is there a similar setup over there?”Wilkerson shook his head. “Not really. Oh, there is a rather superior school for. She replaces the water on the cabinet and lay on the bed, a smile covers her faces as she relives every moment of the few hours so far. The sound of water splashing in the bath fills the quietness of the room, he stand beside her, Come on sexy, he holds out his hand to help her from the bed, she stands before him , he smiles and kisses her, her lips soft and sensual. He leads her to the bathroom and hold her hand as she climbs into the warm shower, he follows the warm water falling over her.