I felt her up and ran my nails down her back. Much to my delight, she was ever-so compliant, and even went so far as to make a few noises here and the...e, which she had to shut up immediately. A good hour or so later, one of the guests announced that he had to go home, and the other friend said that she might as well go home too. She drove them home. I asked her if I was going home too because, well, it was a fair conclusion to jump to. "You're coming home with me," she smirked. That was enough. As Cindi hung over the pond one of the slaves came over to prepare her for her ordeal stating, as any one who has had sex in a lake knows, fish love semen, any way they can get it. In this case “The Toy” was covered in it and was now just fish food. The fish in this pond are not piranha but feed like them. With that “The Toy” was lowered into the pond. As soon as her feet hit the water the fish started feeding off her. The lower she went the more fish were attacking her body. They didn’t. .." (But she was afraid to even mention where.)Hansel had no problem mentioning the old hag's cottage and once it was agreed as the source of the aroma, they both succumbed to this strange inkling to return to the scene of their near demise and its effect on them, since.Whether there was still any magic or not, neither twin feared that house any longer, since the owner was long dead?The house, despite being abandoned, still smelled like ginger bread and it was still as intoxicating today as it. .. had descendants.And that was when she decided to look for me.Of course I had a hard time believing all this, as she told me the tale, lying on the bed beside me. Don't get the wrong impression. We were both clothed, and there was nothing romantic going on. We just found that if she told me a chapter, lying in bed that way, in the dark, that it was easier for her to tell, and easier for me to hear. She had a way with words. She could be a master storyteller if she wanted to.And it took a.