Angel, he murmured, angel, look at me. She opened her eyes, looking into his. He kept his eyes on hers thrusting deeper, harder and faster bringing on...her orgasm. Ah fuck! she screamed. Her pussy convulsed around his dick and her juices swam over him just as he reached his own peak, his cum spewing into her. He thought he would never stop. She could feel his cum hot and thick fill her pussy to overflowing. When the intensity of it all finally ceased, she opened her eyes to look at him. He. And again. She felt far more love than a human woman would! So what to do with them? Each of the men parked out front had begged her to marry them; but how could she choose only one? Many fae had similar dilemmas.So now, they spent their free time learning about her, watching her, trying to discover some way... some secret that would enable them to win her heart. Silly humans! Most of them had already won her heart! And her boobs! And her pussy! And more. There were too many men to choose just. Jeff opened his mouth a little this time, a little more receptive, I supposed, and I saw his lips curled back like some sort of repugnant suction cup and I was totally appalled, but trudged forth anyways, only to face more disappointment. I didn’t feel anything – no rush, no gush, no butterflies. I knew I wasn’t gay, and wasn’t this a KISS? Everyone I know talks about kisses like they’re the most radical things on the planet, next to the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, and yet there I was,. "Wraparound skirts are easy to work with, and they don't have to be exactly the right size to wear them. The way her chest moved as she put it on was absolutely fascinating. Did I ever mention that I'm a breast man?When she stood up straight again I held my hand out to her and asked "I think you need sandals, too. Do you prefer flat or with a heel?"She backed into me again and said "I would prefer flat, if you don't mind" while I checked her skirt for fit."We can see how it works. AI, can we.