It was eighteen days before I got home. I sighed as I got out of the car, happy to be out of the rat race. I walked through the house, breathing the f...miliar smells, and out onto the deck, stopping to grab a beer out of the fridge.There looked to be a genuine wood sprite sitting on my deck, but on closer inspection turned out to be a girl, between ten or twelve. She had on a green one piece suit and cutoffs, black curly hair, and green eyes."Who are you?"She let out a little scream, going. They were friendly and cordial and even occasionally mildly affectionate to each other in the same passionless vein as before. It seemed obvious that that they were on their way back to the very casual relationship that Jon had been so ready to give up on before. On Sunday morning they weighed in. He had lost four pounds in the first week, but her only response was to document the loss on the calendar. Though he waited through the rest of the day, Lucy made no mention of the devices on the. "What can I do?" this was her space but she was helpless in bed and I didn't know the layout, like what was in the various dresser and bathroom cabinet drawers. "Saliva works," I said."Spit?" Sounds vulgar?" She nodded in agreement. "Put him in your mouth. He'll come out lubricated. Like your hands too."She understood. She guided BigBoy into her mouth and once out again, it stood up proud in front of her, inches away from her face, pointed directly at her nose. "Now rub him," It is slippery and. I licked right up between your pussy lips and lapped up all your wetness. The tip of my tongue found your hood and pressed against your clit. I enjoyed myself for 5 mins then you said "fuck my pussy Mr. Wells" and I stood up and rubbed my hard dick on your wet pussy lips and then slammed it deep inside you. "Fuck!" You screamed as I began to pump in and out of you. I held your legs up while we fucked and I played with your tits too. We started moaning more and more. You wrapped your legs.