Imuse to myself that it is less than a week since you returned to Edinburgh,and already I am playing the field. But this, I reassure myself, is notre...lly true. It is purely curiosity about Richard's wife - whom I've seenonly in that provocative photo - that brings me to accept his invitation.I intend no intimacy with either of them, physical or otherwise, andRichard assured me when we last met that he was not looking for an affair.Really! Richard and I talk in a desultory way, but his. Well, not wrong, precisely. Faeries were birthed from the union of the God Las and the Goddess Cernere. Lust and Crime had made creatures who loved sex and trickery. But Aingeal had not betrayed us. She'd fought with us. And she loved my brother. When she promised Zanyia thrice to be Sven's woman, his wife, it had changed her in ways that didn't make sense to me, a human.But the emotions were real.“My illusions are all but useless on faeries,” I reminded my brother. The race breathed in. She enjoying the foreplay I was doing to her.Seeing her naked beauty made me feel like I had achieved something that others can’t, which brought goosebumps to me. Keerthi mam’s sexy structure of 34-28-36 was like carved by the sex god himself. Really Keerthi mam was a sex goddess. I was over the moon due to the joy of going to fuck her.I circled her nipple with the tip of my tongue, and then I licked all over her boobs. I lifted her hands over her head and smelled her armpits. Then I licked. I froze. Then I heard the curtain open. I instantly turned my back to the shower entrance to hide my semi-hard dick. Almost as quickly as the realization that my ass was now exposed, I felt the hands on my hips. The mere touch of his hands sent chills up my spine. The thought of another man touching my body intimately made me want to run straight home, but it was like my body was betraying me. I couldn't move. Thats when I felt the soft yet firm growth pushing in between my asscheeks. .