Yet it lasted long enough for Maude to notice."What was that, Manny?" Ahh, I was just wondering, if pixies are only the size of your finger,how do you...make clothes for them?" With a lot less material. Hahahahahahah! Well no, really you shouldknow, Manny, I use magic. A seamstrist is nothing if she is notadaptable, though to be honest, I did struggle, when I first begandressing pixies to manage the cut around their wings. My isn't thisnice." What?" The two of us having this pleasant. I don't have any sex toys, so I just use strawberry lube and gently place it over my wet pussy and gently massage the hood of my clitoris. Up and down. I gently rub my index and middle finger of my left hand on the hood of my clit and my right index finger and middle go into my wet pussy, in and out. I then tap my clit which makes my pussy wet and the hood pulls back and my clit gets a bit bigger. It's like my hands cannot stop, they have to keep working on my pussy and clit. My breathing. Sometimes, that thought of getting into another's person's head can be a scary undertaking.After we'd finished dinner, I reminded Jessica that she was doing the dishes, and while she did that, I went and watched some of the evening news. She eventually came in and joined me, sitting down on the couch next to me but not particularly close. That was fine; we weren't romantically involved by any means, and she didn't have to cuddle or act affectionate in order to let me fuck her. She just had to. Shewould have been heartbroken to learn that some of the other gods had seenthe story first."Which story?" I asked innocently.She sighed. "You've been a girl too long. You've learned how to be coy."I smiled. "Do you think so?" I batted my eyelashes for good measure."Do I get to see the story, or do I have to turn you into a toad?" Well, since you put it that way," I replied and went into my trance...***A casual observer, walking along the cloud tops, would have been startledas three silver.