He had sent them home earlier this day, laden with the packets of hard candy he had given them as bonuses in addition to their eagerly sought wages.No... they certainly weren't anything like slender, swift-footed, blue-scaled servants he'd been accustomed to in his father's realm. These workers were thick-bodied, crudely fashioned excuses for humans with their clumps of bristly hair sprouting irregularly from between horny plates that covered their hulking bodies. They were merely muscle,. I was so shy I could not stare at her magnificent tits."Do you think they are firm enough?" she asked, holding her tits, slightly lifting them up. "Feel them up and see."I knelt down on the floor before Aunt Alia and started feeling up her tits tentatively."Come on, Nassour," she encouraged, calling me by her pet name for me. "Really feel them up, you know you want to."I gradually lost my shyness and started squeezing Alia's tits gently, making her moan. She gasped when I brushed her hardening. Who knows what they can teach us?I wish for you, a sandpiperShe was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live.I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea."Hello," she said.I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child."I'm building," she said."I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring."Oh,. So I do. I step through the open door and stand naked and waiting. Waiting for the storms first caress. Like a lover’s caress. Like your caress. Lightening flashing around me in the black sky. I tilt my head back and raise my face to the sky. Close my eyes. The breeze gusts around me making my skin tingle. I think how free I feel. Suddenly, I feel the first drop as it touches my lips. I open my mouth to catch the rain, like a child again. I love when it rains. I feel you more than hear you..