"I'm not in right now... come back later." I murmured."Hiya, Gareth!" The voice made me open my eye again. It couldn't be!"Gaku!" I sat up, quickly an... nearly fell off my bench. "How? I thought you were a Zibong!" I was! It was awful!" The young Mage sat next to me, pouring himself some cider. "The shamans used the spirit sword to separate me from the Zibong this morning. They are really happy with us for giving them something new to play with. They have separated a lot of the Zibongs. It is. Her legs, however, were just passable. And they were so damn short. Of course, so was she. Being short, she had to diet all the time. Even then the best she could hope for was the cute, sexy look.Meanwhile, that damn Amy could walk into a room wearing cut-offs and a t-shirt and look like a damn fashion model.Speaking of Miss Perfect, where had she been tonight? Maybe decided a country-club girl like her was too high class to go to a dance at the Legion Hall. Well, she blew it by not showing up.. Mozquito thickened near his base, stretching Mel’s sphincter even further, and a couple of times his head encountered tissue that wasn’t intended to yield so I had to retract and reposition to find a safe route to further the penetration.At last I made it. Mozquito was embedded to the root and my balls were nestled against Mel’s perineum. Her tight ring of muscle was as effective as any cock ring at trapping my blood, and Mozquito felt so huge and hard that I was surprised he wasn’t poking out. She was slippery with her wetness. Guiding my penis into her slowly she lowered herself but soon found it difficult. I thought it is now paining.She widened her thighs and in one quick stroke was fully down on me. She shouted in pain and then it was pleasure. I again felt hot streak flowing down her thighs. I thought it might be her love juices. She was on my top until the next station passed by. We changed our position. The girl was a sex bomb. Her cooperation, her eagerness, heaving, moaning.