She didn’t expect any callers today so she hadn’t bothered with underwear. She looked down, and saw that her nipples had hardened, and were visibl... through the material of her t-shirt.She stroked her right nipple with her left hand, and then moved to her left nipple. She used both hands then, stroking both nipples. She let out a light moan of pleasure, then pushed her t-shirt up at the front and began to stroke her nipples again, rotating her fingers around them. She leaned her head back, and. The loudspeaker, once the source of joyous, tinkling music, now hung limply off the back of the truck. Twisting in the smoke and flames, it began to emit a screeching, high pitched whine.A moment later two columns of students began filing back out of the gym, each carrying a soccer ball, volleyball or football. They were led by the cheerleader, who carried a long, narrow white oval in each arm. She turned toward me and I saw an extra pair of arms originating at the bottom of her rib cage. Both. “Coffee?” Darren asked politely, leading me past the large lounge, study and into the designer kitchen they had installed only a few years ago.“Please,” I replied, wishing there was something stronger.With the current broken state of their marriage and the precarious position of my own, the happy memories brought a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye.“So how are you?” I asked, forcing myself to be cheerful on the outside, however I felt inside. “Not working tonight?”He shook his head, a. "ATTENTION ALL FAIRIES WHO LIKE TO FUCK! Fucking Fungus Friday is Coming! Mutual masturbation and mushroom massage! Come and fuck it! The Mushroom Marsh on the Mingle Moor, Friday, 6:09 P.M." That was all the advert said. Obviously, fairies have very little sense of shame (and very little clothing), and they are extremely curious. And obviously, anybody who was anybody in Fairyland that week had nothing else to talk about other than what "Fucking Fungus Friday" and "mushroom massage".