..well. I kind of forgot. It just seems like We've always been doing it." He admitted."In a way,we have." I laughed."Really?" Really." Who started it?... He asked and reached over to stroke my hardening cock."You did,Bobby. Ya little perv. I wasn't sure if it was because one of the older boys told you about it,or made you do it to him but,right after you started school,you began waking me up in the middle of the night by sucking on my dick!" Like this?" He bent his head down just far enough to. If the faerie liked the wisher, he would tell the lad orlass exactly what to wish for, spelling it out in no uncertain terms. Ifhe didn't... Well, any language has a certain amount of lee way forinterpretation. So the great wise one ruled again. The Fae would not beallowed, either positively or negatively, to tell a person what to wish for."That reduced the popularity factor to a manageable level, but there wasstill a problem. In a time when most of humanity was illiterate and had avery poor. That caused artifacts such as a single hoot from the baboon being transliterated as a long speech, or long vocalizations becoming a monosyllabic answer such as “NO!” Animal language was more emotional content and less noun/verb sentences.The tiger and jaguar were sitting contritely beside the sleep learner. I got out and hugged them both.“I’m okay, now,” I said. “When Flash and Dash dump me, the tipper pushes me and lets go. It’s okay, girls. I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. Besides, it. She placed a finger against her lips indicating that I should be silent. Leaning forward, she caressed my face with her wonderfully soft hands. I quivered with the pleasure her touch sent through me. Then she planted quick little kisses all over my face, ending up at my lips where she kissed me long and slow. I opened my mouth and she pushed her long tongue down my throat. I pulled back at the sudden shock of feeling that soft, flexible object tickling the back of my throat. She tugged me.