Dad said she had a half brain, and he never knew where either half was. We were to attend the event and get to know the neighbors. I envisioned a bunc... of old square dancing fuddy-duddies, with us standing around watching dreading being d**g into the fray with them. We dressed conservatively, nice outfits, nothing flashy, knee length skirts, button up tops, and pumps. We filed into the hall (a barn actually converted to a hall) populated occupied by a few old grubbers, sitting around. The music. Most goblin women traveled, fucking as many men as they could, risking nothing to chance.Trixian was different. She had always been told that she was the most beautiful of goblinkin. Comparisons were made to the ancient Elven maidens of old. She was four feet tall, her skin a dark forest green. Her eyes the color of bark, her long black hair was silkier, lusher, and darker than any human woman could imagine. Her lips were always painted in a bright red, making them thick and defined on her. “No, not yet.”Her tongue worked my clit and I grabbed the sheets harder, arching my back. The hotel room was quiet apart from my moans and the soft humming of the air conditioner.“Yes, yes, please, Supergirl, I beg you.”She giggled and took my clit between her lips.“Yes, yes, thank you,” I almost screamed as she finally let me release my orgasm.I lay panting on the bed as she got up and walked over to the window. After looking out she turned back to me.“Lisa, we are going to Europe tomorrow.”I. We caught up with each other in the kitchen. "Caleb, I haven't been propositioned and molested this much since I went to a Sigma Chi fraternity party—These guys are all dirty old men," she declared."The ladies aren't much better, Neytiri actually asked to meet me in Dad's office for a little one-on-one time. That's Doris Watson, the wife of Dad's best friend Toby, who conveniently isn't here," I said with a bit of pride."After the party's over, want to go out somewhere and ... make out?" she.