I looked at my slender naked body and my excited nipples in the mirror. I went over to my draws and as I bent over to the bottom draw and opened my le...s slightly I caught I glimpse of my glistening wet pussy desperate to be filled . I got my huge dildo from the draw and got back on my bed with my legs spread. I started pumping the life like cock in and out of me harder and harder as I rubbed my clit quicker and quicker. I soon reached orgasm and as the pleasure waved through me I felt my juices. Magic surged through the air.Nathalie gasped, her hands rubbing her dress into her crotch while Zanyia sprang upright, her small tits bouncing. She let out a whimper of lust. She must feel it, too. That same tingle as the stallion munched on our cream.“Your magic has enchanted him?” I asked, glancing at Aingeal.“And where the stallion leads, his mares will follow,” the faerie answered.“So he’s like Master,” Zanyia grinned.“I’ll be your mare, Master,” Nathalie grinned, her hands rubbing at her. I get a drink and order a refill for her, and we move to a table inside. We sit down across from each other, yet we're still close enough together that her knee sits just in between mine, and her bare leg shows from beneath her skirt, just lightly resting on the inside of my leg to provide a mild, but pleasant distraction. Happily, despite the years that have passed, the conversation flows. She makes a joke typical of the fun loving girl I remember, and I laugh, as I do lifting my hand and. If you have the uncontrollable desire to embellish this story, do so but do not make Verne into any person other than a guy who is so much a top with gay guys that he has never took a penis in his mouth or anal opening. You should note I am like a gay Dr. Watson to Verne’s Sherlock Holmes and the details are usually given to me after I have completed oral sex or been used anal. Verne and Charley the Indian Man. While in my usual worshiping position between Verne’s legs, a story on the.