I looked over at Timothy–sitting on the couch scratching his crotch, looking at his wife’s ass, taking shot-sips of Miller Highlife–and knew tha... he didn’t feel the same as I did. He didn’t marry her for a conversation. He would often brag, in her presence or not, that she was spectacular in bed or he would have never have ‘put a ring in her nose’ as he put it. And she put up with that shit? To each their own. Watching her take tentative sips, I lifted my glass and let a long, slow sip wash my. We must take action!" But we surely can't kill the child. Everyone knows that to take a life is to give up your elven magic, and doom you to a mortal's lifespan."Another shape came forward, this one smaller in stature, even under the cloak it was quite apparently female, "Yes, and then we'd only be as good as a human," she said with detest in her voice."What? No martyrs among us?" The leader looked around at his companions, no one spoke up...or even flinched. "Well lucky for us," he explained,. She couldn’t pronounce them. She hoped it wasn’t the sumo-wrestler type Korean man with the big belly and tiny dick. Perhaps it was her favorite, the older, white haired Japanese gentleman who had brought her to three sequential orgasms before his long cock sprayed her insides. He was so appreciative of her big tits. She had asked to have him again and he’d been honored, gifting her with a beautiful silk kimono.Being a “vacation whore” had been a fairly short-lived, but interesting phase of her. Before she pulled out, our eyes met, and she blew me a kiss. I felt like the luckiest man alive. I watched her Honda disappear around the bend in the road before I jumped on my bike and took off.I had experienced lust too many times to count in my short nineteen years, and, sure, thoughts of Deborah filled me with sexual desire, but there was also something more, a connection I had never felt. She had a kindred intelligence behind her green eyes—it was like we already knew each other...could.