Mene apni ungli se unke aansu ko ponchha or unke mathe par kiss kiya or fir se unhe apne gale laga liya.Kuch der baad mene unhe alag kiya or bed ki ta...af le gaya. Mene mami ko bed par letaya or khud unke paas let gaya. Mene apna ek haath unki dusri taraf rakha or kohani ke bal unke uper aa gaya. Ab hmare chahre ek dusre ke kareeb kareeb the.“To ab kesa lag raha hai.” Mene unki gaal ko sahlate hue kaha.Wo kaafi khus thi or unke pyare se chahre par pyari si muskan thi. “Mano sapna sach ho gaya. His fat greased fingers pushed inside her ass putting jell deep along her rubbery shaft.The conversation was going round in circles, this Weiz fellow wouldn’t take no for an answer.“Please Mr Weiz your fiancée was a personal friend of my daughters.” He said this so sweetly Rachel’s stomach turning in revulsion. ”I have the up most respect for your excellent reporter and the up most admiration.” He stroked her back his admiration not as professional as Weiz might expect but more lustful.She. He could have done it for a living, but he preferred wood to stories.“Yes, well, the donkey didn’t answer back” he laughed “Mary, as I say, was on the donkey. I was leading him. We’d walked for 3 days to get there. That last day was the longest. We’d avoided the robbers and the thieves and vagabonds and beggars. But it was dark. We’d decided we had to get there that night. Mary, your mother, told me her time was near. I don’t know how she knew, being her first, but she did.We dropped down. 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 see the Wee Folk, the cobbler was determined to be brave and remain hidden not uttering a single sound until they left. He knew that if he was.