"What're you doing?" she asked and took another sip of wine."I want to relax you," I said as her panties slipped over her round, toned buttocks. She w...ggled on the sofa in an attempt to help.I pulled her panties down her thighs, past her knees, and let them crumble around her ankles. My hand slipped between her legs and slunk upward until I felt the heat from between her legs. My finger probed and found her wetness."You're wet," I said as I spread her legs.I slipped a finger inside her and a. If I told you their namesI’d have to kill you,” Aunt DC kidded. As her hand moved up and down my cock I turned to lookat my aunt. She smiled at me and I smiled backsheepishly. My eyes lowered and locked onto her fulltits. Her nipples were a pinkish-beige. Her areolaeswere oval-shaped and large.My eyes delved lower, to her toned stomach, then thelush mass of dark blonde pubes that hid her pussy. Shebegan to stroke faster and I couldn’t help but closemy eyes. Aunt DC’s. "You can get dressed now. You're free to go. Please leave by the door to your right down the hallway. Your luggage will be returned to you there. Thank you for your cooperation and have a nice flight."The whole spiel came out in one quick stream of words, after which the agent shut her mouth and pressed her lips firmly together."I'm a Stallion Girl," Miranda said, answering the question she knew wasn't being asked. "I'm the mascot for a horse-breeder's magazine."The agent tried not to, but had. At the very least, she should be able to do something about headaches! Really, she should have known she would make the most pathetic excuse for a genie ever. ‘I don’t think you can leave,’ Avery said, his tone suddenly somber. ‘Don’t you remember what Ephasia said?’ ‘I was trying not to,’ Cypress said dryly. ‘I know, I know…but what am I supposed to do? Live here?’ She regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Come on, Cypress, she thought. Even a Celtic forest god isn’t that.