“I’d choose you, every single time,” she murmured lovingly.“So if you lived a happy life with the man you loved, would you care about being re...embered? Would you be afraid of being forgotten?” Victoria took a deep breath. “No, I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t care and I wouldn’t be afraid,” she said, trembling from the sensation of enlightenment rushing through her and illuminating her mind. She finally understood why she had always felt different from others and why she had never been able to feel. Janie mixed two drinks and, Oh my God they were strong. I winced at the alcohol content at first but after a few sips, the screwdriver started tasting pretty good. So there we sat, smoking cigarettes and drinking at three am, listening to Mom's rhythmic snoring through the walls.Even though I'd had a few boyfriends, more and more I found myself looking at the girls at school. I loved the curves of their bodies and their hair and the softness of their faces. I had taken to imagining my friends. The faeries had been all over the forest, checking out the resources and were pleased with the replanting project. The faeries had picked a set of trees they decided would make their homes in.Most of Sparky’s bees hadn’t been attended for more than a year and were busting at the seams. The silk hadn’t been collected either, so the families were happy to set up shop as they had heaps of work to do to keep them happy.The humans didn’t argue about having fresh honey either. For fun, Juanita made a. Her pussy is gorgeous, I can see the moisture forming on them as she is completely bare, not a hair on her. Her lips that form her inner labia are protruding ever so slightly from her luscious mound. I watch her hands travel down her curvy muscular legs and then back to her breasts as her legs lower obscuring her pussy from my sight. I watch her lay back resting on a few pillows she had arranged earlier and then spread her legs giving me a perfect view of her pussy again. I’m so thoroughly.