As the days went by Patrick visited more frequently, but never the sametime as Melanie. Each time Maquisha felt more pleasure at the sound ofhis voic.... He had taken to touching her, often. First just a soft caressof her hair, brushing the hairy knuckles of his hand against her cheek.she melted at his touch. He looked at her deeply sometimes. Like he knewher and felt some deep kinship. But more often than not he just smiled ather and told her how "special" she was and how he had never met a. Of course that made the phone cord pull tight, making me drop the phone. Picking it up I unbuttoned my shirt. Why hadn't I gotten a longer phone cord? Trying to pull the shirt off was impossible, but I didn't want to miss his opening. Finally I decided to leave my bra and underwear on and save more damage to the phone. I made sure my few toys were in reach. "Go ahead; I am comfy now." This is what I want to do to you." I felt myself react when his voice lowered into his storyteller timbre. "I. She needed release. She needed it inside her. The fingers moved north. Yes! Alex reflexively humped as Dawn’s touch drew closer and closer. She was ready! She was more than ready! She felt Dawn’s hand rub at her entrance. She gasped, and a very audible sharp cry of pleasure followed when Dawn’s thumb brushed against her clit. She was a mass of coiled springs; a handful of rubber bands stretching past their breaking point; a bomb ready to explode. This was it! This was her moment! Then. "What happened to your horns and wings?" Cal asked distantly as hewatched the sunset, his mind aflame with what Jeri had just told him."Oh, Miranda taught me how to change into a human girl. How's the nameShira sound?" she asked as she slid her arms around Cal's shoulders,watching the sunset with him."I like it..." Cal said, more distantly. He sighed a dreamy, somewhatcontemplative sigh and looked back at her. "I was so convinced thatshe, along with everyone else in the world, wished me dead....