It has hatched many times, seeking, waiting. The Murda feels the small ones. It demands.'"If the 'Murda' is an egg, as you suggest," Alana asked, sitt...ng down to acknowledge that she was no longer a threat to the fairies, "then there had to be a first Murda. Do you have knowledge of that?"'The Murda is forever, ' sang the fairy voices in her head.'For a thousand, thousand years it seeks, alone and forlorn in its grief.'Promising beauty and offering life, guised as a light glistening from high,. As we watch some television and drink our glass of wine on the bed me and gf already start to stroke eachothers legs and giggle to each other. It's already been like a week since we last did sex together, and every friday the urge to enjoy each other ish at it's top. As the movie that we were somewhat watching ends gf decides that she wants to go for a shower before she snuggles into bed with me. Apparently she wasn't too drunk to go for a shower, though I couldn't say the same for myself.I. She felt his cock rise.She grasped it, but she could not close her handcompletely around the shaft. She feared she could nottake him when the head of his cock pressed against hertits. She looked at her husband. He was holding Joey in hisarms. His dick rubbed against Joey’s cock. When he sawPam looking, he french-kissed Joey. “Go and kiss mywife, Joey.” Joey french-kissed Pam. She thought abouther husband kissing him. She kissed him again. Then Norman and Thomas joined them and. I wanted to scream with joy. It was happening! It was real! I was being sexual with a woman! My god! I was thrilled!Sandy remained quiet as she moved down the table to massage my legs. I put my hand back to my side. She spent a few minutes rubbing my legs before coming back up to my chest. I put my eager palm back on her ass. She looked at me while asking me the most beautiful question I had ever heard:"Would you like to make it complete, honey?"I looked at her for a few seconds. I answered.