" I responded and began giggling. While Mr. McDoden was at the kitchen, I noticed that I already had become a bit tipsy. I assumed that was because it...was quite a while ago since I last ate something, but I was not really hungry at that point either so it was fine with me. Also it really helped with my nervousness and that was indeed a good thing. While entering the living room with two new bottles of that fine white whine Mr McDoden asked me if I would care for some music and I responded that. I could see they'd shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again."It wasn't how long it was. No, it was the thickness. I didn't think they were supposed to be like that. It was just too much." Her hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it gently. "I knew what I was getting into. We'd been doing a lot of other. Petra leaned forward. Their lips pulled together like two magnets, connected. She instantly seized his mind, filled it with imagery. Flashes of Princess Rose laughing and chasing butterflies in a field with a slightly younger-looking Fauna. Faeries floating around an orchard of vibrantly green trees, plucking bright red apples, and tossing them down to maidens who gathered them into bushel baskets.Unbeknownst to him ― while their fervent tongues swirled and Fauna directed the reverie in his. My mind was playing tricks on me now, and the alcohol wasn't helping me to see things better.In the morning I woke to a hell of a headache, and dry cottonmouth. I rummaged around and took a shower, then got dressed. Taking a bottle of aspirin in hand I took some and then after a thought, took a few more. It was an eight aspirin headache today. In the mirror I saw a man with that haunted lost look.I sat around after eating a light breakfast, and waited for either a phone call or Brenda to come.