"Hey, I'm helping you get off, that's pretty good, right?"Well, what she said was true, she's a hot-looking girl and here I was sitting opposite her l...oking at her boobs and pussy while I whacked-off."It's pretty good, is true, Clara," I panted, now getting closer as I felt the tip end of my dick begin to feel tingly and electric."I want to see you cum, Greg. I want to see how far it shoots. Make it good for me, okay?"Well, she was making it pretty good for me, that's for sure. My eyes were. They didn’t say if the little men were elves or leprechauns or gnomes or fairies or what. They just called them “little men.” “I heard the little men last night.” “Little men were singing in the wall.” “I saw a little man in my closet.” Kids will be kids. You know how they are. They have no grasp of what is real and what isn’t. Remember when you were little and when you went to bed you used to worry about a hand reaching up and grabbing your arm in the dark? You didn’t want to risk looking. In the morning I was awakened by the sound of water and some silly songs performed by my newly-stepmother, drifting naturally out of the bathroom. His father had already left, and I decided to settle in a new place of residence. The apartment was four rooms, two of which were guest, a friend of mine, and a large room with no less impressive bed, where, apparently, my Pops and a good time with this little street. The door to the bathroom was wide open, and the mirror in the hallway hung exactly. Hyper dodged away from Fang before she could react. She came at halt besides the nude man. "...for subject for mission, she will be returned to her family. You have free time until further instructions come, end of transmission from G.S.P. base," the communication unit reported."Hyper and Cyclone I presume," Fang stated as she did her best to not be bothered by being caught in the handcuff.Both male and human was blond and slim. They made a nice pair in an apartment that was filled with the.