Nor are you the only one wearing armour.” I pointed out several of the Mages and allies who were dressed similarly including a few Drow and Fae type... (yes, I know they’re the same species and that the Drow consider themselves Drow not Fae by choice and tradition).“No one is supposed to view me like this!”“Why? It doesn’t bother Verenestra ... or any other Fae I’ve met.”“I am the Queen! I have to maintain my dignity.”“You aren’t the queen, you lost and deservedly so. Now come along, not-queen. My mother on the other hand, held everything together. She loved me every single second she could, would help me with everything I had problems with. She was though not a fan of my father's ego from money and fame. The incident.I was 12 years old, and in 7th grade. I have always been a very good student all my life, my mother taught me a lot of things to do well in school and I did exactly that. Studied hard, took notes, asked questions and asked for help when I needed it from my teachers. I. That is totally out of character for Tammy, and I certainly would never have allowed it. Wow, what a weird, vivid dream. I might have to find another bottle of that same brand of tequila. Maybe it will give me some more kinky ideas to use as inspiration for real sexual adventures with my new bride.As I lay in bed watching Tammy, still asleep, she was face down with her head buried in the pillow. Her legs were sprawled out. Hips and back were slightly curved, as if she were just starting. It was nice and snug and warm After about ten minutes of this I was feeling that good feeling deep down inside me as my orgasm slowly approached. I was leaning over her playing with those tits I love so much while I fucked her faster.Just as I felt my cum racing up my cock Ace hopped on my back and started humping. I tried to shake him off but I was way too far along to stop and fight him off. He hit his mark and jammed into my ass mercilessly. The pain was incredible but added something great.