I was feeling more tipsy/dizzy than I would after three glasses.And then something occurred to me: Garrett had just referred to Richard as Ricky, whic... my son has been insisting I call him because his new friends do, so I refuse to. But he’s been calling himself Ricky and introducing himself as ‘Ricky.' Had Richard really said that?“He did not say -” I meant my tone to have a bitchiness, but it came out as a half-whispered plea. What I was trying to say was cut short when Garrett’s hands. It is too good of a story not to. Just don’t tell my wife. I am the rink manager, and am responsible for scheduling, staffing and that kind of thing. Whenever there is a problem they all come to me. Lately it has been getting annoying with all the petty complaints and helicopter parents. I was getting tired of the general public. Did not stop me from wanting to fuck a bunch of the hockey moms walking around in tights, jeans and yoga pants though. I may hate them but I’d love to hate fuck a few. They were both sylphs, like Mother Sianili. Technically hermaphrodites, though they would never grow their cocks like the other four hermaphroditic races Matar had birthed. They both had pale skin, Iliasa’s breasts as large as our dragon-mother’s tits. She had white hair that framed her elfin face, her eyes bright blue. Frelia had violet hair and a curvy rump. Neither had pubic hair, Frelia’s juicy cunt aimed right at me.It made my dick hard.“So you want my cock?” I asked, sitting up and moving. I had to work harder at that since I’d been sweating out applications all day and I needed to bat them off with a stick. My bed lured me in, I loved pillows when I slept. But for my extracurricular activities I preferred to go bare. There is a sort of romance to masturbating. Ancient drawings depict mostly males masturbating because I guess it was harder to draw a vagina. Just ask Georgia O’Keefe. Somewhere between ancient gods teaching humans to touch themselves and the rise of Christianity,.