..Over?”Aranel could only speak at the peak of the cocks when her breasts and her belly were almost their standard shape, and she was getting impale... relentlessly every two seconds.Her uncle Gwydion, useless as he was, seemed to be the only apologetic elf in the garden. “I...err... I don’t think this is part of the ceremony anymore, Princess... or should I say My Demon Queen. You are officially married.”“So...This...Is...My...Life...Now?”“I’m afraid so.” Gwydion shook his head and walked away. My high school. How sometimes-- like today -- I stop by my brother's apartment on my way home fromschool. I'm sitting a good foot away from you. You notice my blue eyesand how my trim upper body almost imperceptively shimmies while I talkand how the edges of my pig tails rest on my bare, young shoulders.I ask you if you work out, and you ask me why I asked. I say that youseem to be in very good shape for your age. Then, realizing I had saidsomething that could hurt your feelings, I bring both. Sure, I do school work on the computer, I type my diary on it. But it's like a hammer or screwdriver to me; a tool I use to do a job. Still, now and then, even a hammer or computer needs a little praise for doing the job particularly well.Jenny was out of the shower by then, so I did my morning things, then zipped downstairs to the kitchen. No way was I going to miss breakfast two days in a row! Dad had a little gizmo thing that did doughnuts and pancakes; I mixed up pancake batter and got the. To deviate from the story a bit – When I was in India, I always had lot of chat friends and had even met them in person after meeting them online.So I believe I was quite good at this art and confident about my skills. There were two girls who had even became my girl friends for a while (and one serious one at that) whom I had met online. Going back to my true story – So slowly I started diverting our chat to naughty things, flirting with her, making references to sex. I think she got the hint.