Her mouth sucked my nipple into her lips as her fingers returned to my pussy.She shoved two digits into my depths.“Faoril,” I gasped, my hips buck...ng into her pumping fingers. I groaned and squirmed on the bed, her brown eyes flashing up at mine.“That's it, little slut,” purred Faoril as she kissed up to me. “You just can't resist my touch. You want me to fuck you.”“I do,” I moaned as I stared into her eyes. My fingers found her nipple and rolled it between my digits. “I just want to please. " He lifted the pair of leather sacks that she had meant to fill with goods when she had found them. "A poorly planned murder, if you ask me."She smiled weakly. "I'm glad of that." As am I," he said firmly. "I have never met a human in person before, you are the first I have spoken to." He stroked his silver-white hair, bound in a ponytail. The movement reminded her of Raster."One save me," she gasped, trying to sit up. "I have to be getting home, Raster will wonder about me. I've been gone. Were we went wrong (or where we went so right) was a nice little lunch by a bridge. I showed up to the lunch and she was sitting there with two lawn chairs. The sun was hitting her just right and she looked amazing. I took a seat and we talked. I was in the middle of saying something and she ran her foot over the back of my leg and, ‘slam’ my mind went blank. I need to touch her! I needed to touch her right now! I fumbled through the next few minutes knowing that I WAS going to touch her. I. "Ma'am, is there something I can do to help you?"She shook her head and I thought that was the end of it but after several minutes, she said, "I should be home with my babies." Oh? How many do you have?" Two." Boys or girls?" One each." Ah! How old are they?" Fourteen months." Oh? Sounds like a fun age to have children. Bet you have a lot of fun with them, right?" Yes." Who's keeping them?" My mother." Then they're in good hands, right?" Yes." There was a long pause before she continued, "But I.