All around us, the dark night pressed in like a conscious entity, the roar of the bike seemed to cut through a palpable blackness, opening a passage t...at closed again behind it. I shut my eyes after a brief look into the featureless void, still unable to raise my head from its resting place against Deadman’s open shirt. The rider lightly touched my face, his fingers brushing my ear and scalp, as if he were ascertaining whether I was awake. I rolled my head away from his caress, for a caress it. Moving to the opening he peeped inside the room, and just as quickly he jumped back.Inside the room his aunty was squatting over a large black vibrator, she was naked apart from a red Basque with matching garter belt and red stockings.She was slowly impaling herself on the vibrator.David returned to the opening, his mouth hung open at the sight of his aunt’s ass hanging over that vibrator. He nudged the door open a little wider, his aunt was moving her hips back and forth.Then she lifted. This time, he didn’t ask. This time, Brynn didn’t question. In about a minute, he was wrapping Brynn’s fingers around his bared shaft. It was hard and almost hot. Gilbert’s hand controlled their movements in a slow, and by now familiar, masturbation of his hard cock.“Ahhhhhhh-hhhhh,” he groaned almost inaudibly. In time, he pushed on Brynn’s left shoulder and told the boy to get down and to watch, just like before.Brynn didn’t understand why watching was so important but then, there were many. This particular tale held a very special place in her heart, just like her daughter did.Magic Crayons was a tale that the muse whispered to the young woman not long after her daughter came into her life. It was a delightful little story about a sad and lonely young woman who with the help of a wizard and magic crayons releases the little girl within her and gives her the family and the fairy tale life she had always dreamed of.It was the kind of short and sweet happily ever after that all.