"Before I knew what I was, fall was my favorite time of year. I used to love driving through upstate New York on the weekends. The trees were just gor...eous. So does that make it especially fitting that I turned out to be who I was, or is this, here, why I loved fall so much in the first place? You suppose Daphne's got grandkids out there somewhere, in some fake mortal world that they believe is real, who just love winter?" "You're in an awfully wistful mood. What's up?" I sighed and finally. It was worth the extra precautionary measures needed to live there, in order to avoid the petty vain town functionaries from sticking their greedy beaks in her business and interfering and trying to peck out an advantage or favor somehow for some crony or blackmailer.The Thief’s quarter, as it was vulgarly known, among other nastier names which shan’t be printed here, and also more politely as the traveler’s quarter.Where strangers who didn’t know any better went to get robbed and swindled,. .." I mumble as he slowly runs a finger along me. He pulls back and walks away and for a second, I don't know what's going on. Then he grabs a chair and says "I like to eat sitting down." and he sits down, between my legs. Starting at my knees, he spreads my legs and plants small kisses all the way up to my pussy. He stops and looks up at me. "Still hot?" he asks. "So hot...so hot..." I cry. I need him to eat me, to lick me, to bring me to orgasm. I want to come so I lower my hand but he slaps. To get to the theatre in time mum and dad would have to leave at around three in the afternoon and I had a sudden brainwave, I'd give my little brother a late birthday party. I had a couple of hours to get some bits and pieces from the shops and while I was there I could get him a token something as a present. It was a rush, but I managed to do my shopping, including getting Ken a gift voucher from Smith's, and get back home before my parents had to go out. Even better was the fact that no-one.