Cornelia had long, dark hair and was rather stunning. She had large breasts that swung and danced behind the light purple silk that covered her. It wa... difficult not to stare at her large nipples poking through the silk. “This place is rather lovely and you have a fetching collection of human women as well,' I said. “Thank you,” said Mr. Ettington, “They provide both entertainment and nourishment.” Cornelia followed behind him and when she passed me, reached out and ran her fingers across my. But I knew that I had no choice, there was no one else and I had to do my part.I opened my eyes. Scar was standing over me, he looked hesitant. I wasn't sure what he was waiting for, he needed to leave and find his own spot before it was too dark. I said so, and then his face fell. I guess he had been working himself up to say something, but now all we had was a stony silence. He stood watching me for a few moments, and then climbed back over the pinnacle.What was that about? I felt sad. Since. My first sex partner, Linda, had taught me what to expect from a really good blow-job. Let's just say, Barb never disappointed me—she was really good. Someone other than me had taught her well. Back then, she encouraged me to come in her mouth—never gagging or spitting out my cum. Now, I felt her lips sliding down over my glans. Her technique was just as I remembered. If she wanted, she could have finished me off right then and there. But, that wasn't her plan. She was just prepping me for what. Fifteen minutes and several exciting and probably unnecessary shifts later -- I sent us around a couple of extra blocks so I could enjoy them -- I had Kathy turn into Elaine's driveway."Where are we?" Greg asked as he extracted his soggy hand from me and licked his fingers.I guess that's why he calls me his sweetie pie."My soon to be new home," I answered. The porch light was on, the rest of the house dark.Kathy and Greg looked at me, and I explained my life changes as I nudged Greg to get out.