I'd ask her if something was wrong and her eyes would blink and suddenly she was back from wherever it was she had been and she would say, "No, nothin... wrong, just something at work I forgot to do" or something like that. I didn't see it as a cause for worry because or personal relationship never changed. Ripley was as loving, affectionate and as horny as ever so I bought whatever she told me.It was about six months after I began noticing her mood swings that it all came undone. It was a. Pulling her skirt up, I revealed more of her sweaty flesh, her sexually arousing scent intoxicating me.I kissed the girl deeply, our lips meshing together in a wet embrace as I tightened my grip on her thigh. My nails dug into her moist skin while we kissed and it felt so animalistic as we danced together. I gripped her hips as we moved in sync to the tune of the booming music. We did not even know each other's names and yet, here we were, kissing and grinding away with people all around us. It. . while she would be raped... and I would probably die. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Oddly enough, instead of being scared, with every instant, my anger at the unfairness grew stronger. I'd always hated unfairness and injustice. ALWAYS. And with that came a growing determination to try to right things, no matter how impossible that actually seemed at the moment. I grunted and forced myself back to my feet, glaring at my attacker as I did so, daring him to attack me again. Unfortunately, he. So Cindy was doing her best to fit in by trying various means of suppressing her volcanic libido.Her golden-bronze hair shone radiantly through the water, which sprinkled her pointed, upswept ears as she washed her elegant, feminine face. The water seemed to sparkle as it enveloped her ivory skin, the natural, rainbow highlights of her magical flesh gave the water a shimmering gleam that resembled nothing so much as an erotic chandelier.She reached down and parted the folds of her Fae pussy,.