Nymphs were notoriously very attractive and very uninhibited creatures. The dryad sub-class was no exception. To be ‘chosen’ as a consort for a tr...be of these women was a marvellous prospect. Yet, an overwhelming one in some regards, also. ‘I mean you no disrespect, but it would be foolish to spend any more time conversing with a man, when there are many sweet maidens around willing to offer their company,’ Odigos said. He was already walking off towards some other area of the grove. ‘Go!. " You seem nervous, Deb … is something the matter?" No John, it was just … just Martin. I was so surprised at how he's let himself go." The poor bugger's doing it tough in the sex department too." Oh really?" Deborah answered, trying to look curious and interested, but not too much."Yeah, told me at golf last Saturday that he wanks off every night, has done every night since Amanda died. Can't stop himself, misses her dreadfully and misses the regular sex they were having." Yes, he told me. (This was despite the fact it had never actually happened, but Jen still didn’t know that.) A firm favourite was her teasing that young Loch Ness boatman and letting him get a good look at her cunt, which she admitted she had made easy to see once she’d realised he was looking. This story had at least really happened, she had.“I bet he was wanking that night thinking about me,” Jen would gasp, playing with herself as I teased her with a dildo. “Jesus, I wonder what our young boatman would have. I explained to them that the money in insurance was good but I was tired of working so many hours. I wanted to spend more time at home. As far as the bedroom goes, I said I was a poor sleeper and was always getting up in the middle of the night. It always disturbed their mother. This was really true.They knew that I would often be on the couch or the spare room when they got up in the morning. Nothing more was said. I honestly don't know if Carol ever said anything different to them.A month had.