Biting half of her lower lip she lifted a hand extending a finger, beckoning the elf forward. Her mouth slowly opened as her tongue slowly slipped out...the tip of her tongue licking her top lip slowly, pushing it up. The elf walked forward unsure. She reached out gently grabbing its member and began to stroke it softly. She came as she moaned out a near scream. She wrapped her lips around the member shifting her head back and forth eagerly. The tip of her tongue pressing on it. She had never. ‘Did my mom tell you?’ ‘No,’ Sheryl answered honestly. ‘I’ve heard you cry out for him in your sleep. You do it a lot when you’re stressed out.’ ‘What else do you know?’ ‘Just his name. That’s all I understand.’ ‘Oh,’ Rachel sighed. ‘Was he an old boyfriend?’ ‘Kind of. We were friends in high school. We only went on one date.’ Sheryl scowled, ‘So he was that kind of friend?’ Rachel shook her head sadly. ‘No. It wasn’t like that at all. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. He loved me. I loved. I don't hear from you for years, I get raised alone, Lisa and me, by our 'mother', I watch Mom die, you find me by accident, and now you want to be a daddy to me? Fuck you. Get your hands off me." The last sentence was said in a quiet, emotionless whisper. I figured I had about seven seconds to live.I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. God, what she said hurt! I don't think I'd ever been so devastated in my life. I loved my girls, all of them, so much it hurt. Not sexually; that I did because I. ’ he smiled playfully.I laughed a little, ‘That’s cool, I won’t tell.’ My eyes found there way to his crotch. I could see no buldge or anything, just dark blue short shorts. He noticed, and placed his hand over the front of his shorts, ‘what?’ he asked, a little embarrassed. ‘Its just that I can’t see a buldge. If I was wearing shorts like that, my pice would be falling out,’ I said. He looked at me, and smiled, ‘Well, the thong puts a lot of pressure on you, it keeps you tucked in good. Do you.