She kneaded the taut behind, drawing him to her even as his arms slid up her back, pressing her into him. She sighed, relaxed, surrendered to the plea...ure of his kiss, the firmness of his body against hers, the inside of her leg pressing his. She arched as his fingers fumbled for the zipper, knowing she would soon be hot and naked, moving with him as he pumped in and out of her fluid. Her eyes flew open and she pulled back."Is something wrong? Did I pinch?"Sharon pushed back a little, looking. He will be coming this Saturday, not today.”“That’s good news. We can enjoy the whole week,” saying I pushed her panties down using my legs. Lifting her fragile body brought her to the dining table, still pressing against her back. She supported herself when I pushed her down by placing her hands on the table.Now Padma Aunty was in doggy position, naked ass high, pushing her kurta up to her neck, baring my Angel. Cupping her hanging breasts, I rubbed my hard cock all over her soft ass flesh.. Then I sat in a holding cell in my own clothes for a few hours. I sure hoped they didn't think that bothered me any.A plain clothes detective entered the cell. I expected that he was SBI. but I really didn't know for sure. Well I didn't know until he said, "My name is Wade Jordan." You are a tall black man named Jordan, I have to ask. Are you any kin to the ball player?" I asked."No but I'm pretty good at the pickup games in Capitol City." he said."That is very good," I replied."Would you like. Something felt ‘odd’ to him however, and he didn’t call out but instead carefully stretched out on a tree branch where he could observe the strangers. The cobbler was astonished to see that his visitors were in fact ‘Wee Folk’ or Brownies, as his old Granny had told of them in bedtime tales. In fact, our cobbler had accidentally found the forest clearing that all of the Brownies for nearly a hundred leagues around used for their annual Mid-Summer’s Night meeting. Although utterly astonished to.