Looking up at me, she began to run her tongue along the underside of my penis, slowly licking and kissing it from base to tip and sucking away that fi...st drop of pre-cum. She pursed her lips on my cockhead, parted them slightly and tongued at my piss hole. She drew her mouth back to reveal a string of saliva from my cock to her lips that fluttered and stretched in the slight breeze of our alleyway. Working slowly, she swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock as her lips engulfed its head.. She continued, "I'm not sure, but I can think of a couple of possibilities. Mrs. Anderson spent a lot of time working out back. It was what she called her formal garden and gardening was her favorite pastime, aside from her antiques. She would have noticed if someone used the old well. I remember when I was younger Mr. Anderson wanted to get rid of the old well because of the danger of someone falling in and getting hurt. Mrs. Anderson had a fit, saying it was the centerpiece of her garden.. ’ He seemed to blink then, before looking at her as he stroked her head. ‘They don’t know you’re still alive today. And they don’t know where you are.’ Slowly, the elf woman settled. She stared into the man’s glowing yellow eyes, looking from one to the other. She could still flee. He wasn’t holding her down. But the pain in her head, and other parts of her body, was very intense. She could barely lift her arms and had no choice except to release her grip on him. She could flee. Or she could. "I barely kept from laughing. "Sounds fair," I said.She stuck out her slim hand and I shook it, bobbling her boobies nicely."One other thing," she said. She took a deep breath, grabbed the edges of her bodice with her thumbs and yanked it an inch higher. "You might not like this. I've been with that boy you chased away for nearly a month." She scrunched her mouth. "And true to him, worse luck. I need a man." She licked her lips. "Something awful." She looked away, acting embarrassed I.