"She took his balls in her other hand and started to gently caress them while continuing the squeezing. Ned felt like too much more of this would have...him coming, but he'd learned from experience that his mother was able to judge almost perfectly how much more play would bring a guy's dick shuddering off into an orgasm. She was able to toy with a dong for as long as she liked, keeping him just under the boiling point. The kind of toying she did he wanted to go on forever, even as he yearned to. "That is exactly how I feel about taking a man's wife!" "Unfortunately, I'm not married, though." he stated, pleading with his eyes. Dorothy didn't lose a beat, even though Gregg was going to be her first tryst in her 16 year marriage. She asked resolutely, "Would you be willing to get married? For me, I mean?" Gregg had barely considered this idea, even in masturbatory fantasies. "How would I do that?" he asked. "Getting married isn't that easy!" "Come on." She said, rising from her seat and. Even at this early hour, the ever-hard working Gnomes were abuzz with industry. Myka smelled the aromas of breakfast before she was even halfway to the hall. Frying eggs, toasting bread, roasting meats, and baking fruit was mixed in with the aromatic herbs and heady liquors Gnomes soak their fuels in to improve the smells that permeate dwellings of the civilized races.She was also not surprised when she saw Lord Yllgondahal sitting at the table finishing his breakfast over a sheaf of papers. He had an improved vacation-schedule memo with him, to be run off on the office Xerox and distributed to each editor's desk. It was sure to provoke a nervous breakdown in anyone who tried to follow the bureaucratic jargon and actually fill out a vacation request in accordance with its provisions. He was happy and quite impatient for the staff to leave so he could set about his cheerful task for the night. Two editors passed, talking. "Who's the Pussycat interview for next month?" one asked..