Normally i would have been down with it, but i made an excuse and said i’d see him over the weekend. As i was hanging up, i got another call.“Hi, ...erry, how you doing? I’ll be home in about a half hour so you can come by whenever you want.”“Okay. i’ll be there in about an hour.”I arrived about eight and he answered the door and this time he was wearing normal length shorts and a tank top.“Come on in. How you feeling today? Did you get some sleep last night?” “i feel sort of edgy but a little. 'Can you fuck me'? I was holding his oestrogen soaked face, my sweetness coating his lips as his tongue licked the surface, drinking my juices now freely flowing from my swollen orifice, now pulsating looking for the male organ to fill and grip onto.As he stood up I reached into his pants, ripping his zipper down, and slipping my hand into his underpants, encircling his swollen cock, releasing another groan of passion as I roughly pulled him out, of his pants and started rubbing him against my. " It's a thought," I admitted, "Let's try it and see." We advertised with a passion. I took some wonderful pictures of Lizbeth and we wrote an ad that made it clear what we were looking for, sex with friendship, not just sex. Then we advertised in every way.We got in two months at least three dozen letters answering our ad. And what a mixed batch they were. The ad had specifically called for – attractive couples or single women only between the ages of 21 and 35, no B&S no D--; more than half. ” I gestured at my naked body and said, “It is obvious that I am carrying no weapons. I am here to grant you that which you have wished for throughout your reign.”I’m not sure why I said that, but I am pretty sure that Eithne had something to do with it. That’s another thing about working with magical creatures. They can– and often do– put words in your mouth.Queen Aideen sat looking at me from the bed. She was lying back slightly against her pillows. The ivory dildo was still peeking out of.