.. boys... Human sperm... made it possible... for the pixies to increase their population... ex-exponentially-YAAH!" the green-haired fae was nibbling...at the edge of his slit, while her leg was tantalizingly caressing the underside of his organ. The little sprites were experts."Wasn't sure... it would be possible..." remarked Harvey, his cock a tangled mass of writhing, slender legs, hips, and boobs, proportioned for 6-inch-tall bodies. "P-pixies... they can only breed... f-females... O-only.... She knew exactly what she wanted and didn't beat around the bush with her feelings. She appeared to be my quintessential lover however, she wasn't selling what I wanted from one - not just then. You see at that time, all I was looking for was some fun. While on the hand, she was not settling for anything that couldn't promise something serious; and I seriously was not looking for a serious relationship. She demanded we exchanged numbers that day with the promise of a date. She was so beautiful,. We spent the first four days touring the town, visiting the evening market, drinking loads of tea and just lazing around in the African sun.On the third day, my husband had to inspect the site where the company was planning to set up the electricity-generation plant so all of us got into jeeps and, accompanied by our driver and two local engineers, we took off for the site, which was about 200 miles from the town.Although the road was barely passable, which made the ride pretty bumpy, the view. ‘Hmm, Go Golden Gophers! Why did you not go to Michigan?’ Michael Sinclair asked. ‘Well, The U has a better biology program than Michigan and Minneapolis is way more fun than Ann Arbor!’ Amber replied. ‘You know I went to Michigan, Amber’ Michael said. ‘Oh well then you know first hand, Ann Arbor is really sucks!’ Amber said making the Sinclair’s chuckle a little. Michael Sinclair was a big fan of all things that had to do with The University of Michigan, his computer program was even called.