I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses an... with eglantine:There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy inWILLIAM SHAKESPEARE"A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM"The unassuming village of Brea was a quaint little village that laywithin the Shire of. My entire body tingled from it.My cunt clenched every time she nursed. My pussy had that wild ache. I wanted to just explode. It was incredible. And that was just from her sweet lips on my nipple. What would it feel like when my daughter was lapping at my cunt?It would be amazing, wouldn't it?Just something spectacular that I would revel in. I would love every second of it. Just savor every last moment of it. I couldn't wait for that delicious experience. I would explode with such delight. Just. A dozen of them had flown up to thewindow, and it shot up as they lifted. There was another pain, this oneagonizing, then he was lifting into the air, headed for the open window.Then he felt himself falling.Oddly enough, something as small as a mouse or a Fairy can survive afall of as much as four stories with little or no injury. But thatassumes it reacts properly.He hit the street, bones in both legs shattering. But it wasn't the fallthat killed him.It was the taxi that ran over the four inch. She lay there, on her back, legs bent at the knees and with her heels pulled in tight against her butt.I set my tools on the floor in front of her and knelt down, placing my hands on her knees. I tried to separate them but encountered resistance.“K, kinda need to spread these now,” I said. She relaxed and her legs fell apart.Her knees were no longer touching, but her thick thighs still were.“A little wider, sweetie,” Jess said. Reluctantly, she opened them fully. I don’t think she was.