I soon felt kisses down my neck, across my tits and down my abs. The tongue felt cold and so damp, as it glided down my body. I felt a push on my thic... thighs, which was followed by kisses and caresses,all over my soft skin. Soon I felt a cold tongue on my clit. “Mmmmmmm Mike.” I moaned. I heard no response. I began to grind my hips to meet the cold tongue that was swelling up my clit. So cold, so wet and I wanted more. The faster I grinded my hips, the more it licked. I was so turned on that. "Spells R Us." Of course, what approached that homey storefront was a former customer, who knew that the shop's potions, curios, and knick-knacks were all too serious.As the customer walked slowly towards the store, people stole quick glances out of the corner of their eyes at the sight. If you were to ask them why they were looking, you couldn't have dragged the answer out of them with a chainpull, but there was just something very unsettling about the appearance of the customer.The Old Man. His gifts included tea sets and toy shopping carts. David crossed the line when his mother caught him out in public in one of her dresses and heels. She quickly dragged him inside screaming at him and giving his knuckles a wrapping with a wooden spoon. David had no idea what he did wrong. He couldn?t understand why he couldn?t wear a pretty dress to church like his friends. His mother would only make him feel bad about himself by shouting at him that girls do stuff like that and not good little. "As long as I can remember, really. We've always had someone in the family who liked to run, so whenever we have a family gathering, there's always someone who wants to organize a run. It was a morning tradition back home, though you do have to take a little care to make sure you're well armed."That reminder of my supposed origins on Islandia got the conversation diverted into a relatively safe, if semi-fictitious area. I had done my research and had plenty of accurate anecdotal conversational.