This sight was so erotic to John that with his other hand he began to rub his swollen member through his clothes, feeling the pleasant dampness agains... his belly. Jenny’s cries began to intensify, and she moved her hips against his hand ever more fiercely and rapidly. John could feel her muscles begin to tighten against his fingers, and her cries became louder, until she reached her climax, and John felt several small pulses of hot watery fluid escape her past his fingers as she thrusted. She still hadn’t regained her normal breathing, but he could feel her satisfaction from their lovemaking.They’d had a busy day and used a lot of magic, so the sex had been all the more fun with their orgasms being heightened by the magical recharge. Not that they needed an excuse to fuck each other stupid. Nor was it the first time that day that he’d managed to have his cock in her. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.Jean could get him stirred up with just a look, and if the. .Always the powerful and endless fascination of the unknown that even afterall these years was still locked deeply away inside me, ready to awakenimmediately at the first sign of anything strange, inexplicable ordifferent from the norm.Even in this modern day and age...What if Brendan and his mother had belonged to the wee folk as well ?Most of all what about my precious Siobhan ?Did she, does she belong to them too I wondered utterly bewildered at whatmight lie ahead, not knowing what to. "What's that, Roger?"Cunningham leaned back and interlaced his fingers behind his head. "Seems you have a record, George. It's sealed but I have contacts. Care to tell me about it?"For the first time, George noticed a buff-colored folder with "Portland District Attorney's Office" emblazoned on it. He figured this day was coming eventually, though, so he wasn't overly worried."Well, Roger, it was like this," he said, and told Cunningham about his early life. He told about his rootless and.