"I think she bred me on our first time." I smiled. "That was magical."Angelique leaned her head on my shoulder. "Yes, the first time is. Goldenhorn wa... so eager to take me. You know, her horn was fully gold from birth and after she took my cherry, shone so brilliantly. You could almost see in the dark with the glow. For weeks." Wow," I whispered, glancing at the horn. It was a sexy horn. "I like it when Willoweyes uses her horn in my asshole." Ooh, you two are getting up to all sorts of wicked. "Git a move on girl an don't ladder them pretty tights."The tights were white with lacey motifs and a lacey top, panty part. Itook a deep breath and slowly, reluctantly, began to put them on, fullyaware of the feelings the stockings had given me on Friday night. I wasquivering by the time that I had them on and reached for the next thingwhich I fully expected to be a miniskirt. To my surprise it wasn't, itwas a tiny pair of baby blue shorts, well hot pants, made from some sortof lycra material.. I came hard and fast, but it was not as satisfying as when we are communicating. I was missing your encouragement, your sexy chatting, your Mmmmmmmmms.After a few more quick, hot bursts, I decided I was making matters worse, not better, so I cleaned up (no easy task with a sensitive pussy on fire) and tried to accomplish some other forms of writing, some work, and even—when all else failed— some housework. None of these tasks were adequate distractions. I typed while horny. I researched. Fionna was making music with Tina and Ken. Jane was trying to get the hang of using the oddly shaped stick to keep time on her bodhran. Fionna marveled at how quickly Ken and Tina were coming along. Ken was still of the opinion that he sucked, and by professional standards he did. But he'd only been playing slightly longer than a month (practicing every day, several hours), and she knew he'd be able to easily sit in a session. He wouldn't be able to play every song, and wouldn't be able to play.