With the addition of a LOT of glazed opaline glazed glass that probably would sell for a fortune as cut squares for windows back in mundania!The Outer...lands were just another place now, the barriers now all gone that had kept Mother’s love away. One of the smarter, greater Fey, like maybe myself, could build an entire lovely kingdom of her own here, a few feet at a time, bringing life back to the barrens. Also more urgently, the Nether-lands cried out for us, to me, to bring them all back. Your fingers run through my hair, pulling and guiding me between your legs. My tongue continues to make a game out of getting all of you into my mouth. Every drip off of both your sensitive lips, every dribble from between them. You push my face into your pussy, grinding my mouth into your clit, where I vibrate my tongue wildly sucking at the same time taking in all of your peachy juices. Your legs shook uncontrollably on my shoulders, your thighs tightening around my neck I can tell your so. When we got to my place, I wasted no time in dragging Robbie off to the bedroom. I was almost certain my spy would be in residence and he didn't let me down. I guided Robbie to a position where my spy would have a good view. Without much ado, I unbelted Robbie's pants, pulled down his undies, and inhaled his dick. We were side-on to the window, affording my spy a perfect view of Robbie's dick going in and out of my mouth, as I bobbed my head back and forth. I clasped his tight butt cheeks as I. Whilst sex was off the agenda, I still spent a lot of time in her company, replacing intimacy with prolonged conversation. I learned what it was like to grow up in a deprived neighbourhood with a gambling, womanising father and a mother who was a borderline alcoholic. Her father had made good money working on the railways until the relationship imploded six years previously leaving her mother to raise her and Rachel, her younger sister.In the face of adversity, she'd made the decision early on.