She was my height, with an ivory complexion, pointed ears and accents of flowers and leaves in her hair and on her skin. Her hair was a deep crimson, ...ith high and low tones that created a near pearlescent quality to it. Her eyes were the brightest color of turquoise, as if I was looking into a jewel itself. She kind of reminded me of Poison Ivy in her look and Ivy was based off of the nymphs of Greek mythology. The characteristics seemed muter than I would have expected, meaning she could have. Shannon(my wife’s name) always liked giving the neighbor boy(Rick) beaver shots and teasing him whenever he is working on the yard for us. It was right at that moment it dawned on us that this might be the answer to our problem. When Rick was done with the yard work we called him over. I do not remember the age of this k** but he was old enough and Shannon started in telling him about our quest to get knocked up and asked if would like to help. Rick said hell yea and we started to set the rules. As outgoing and wild as Dixie is, she was always hesitant to explore some of the lesbian fun that me and several of our friends have dabbled in over the last few years. She’s been a part of our “girls only “ lingerie and sex toy parties, but never participated physically. She usually sat back and watched, giving hilarious commentary while keeping her clothes on and passing on anything sexual. I wouldn’t call her the most beautiful woman in our small clique, and her retro cat eye glasses made. I say Let me get these pesky clothes off first. I take off my shirt and bra. I then take off my pants and underwear, and sit back on your lap. I can feel you growing hard underneath me. I say Im not the only needing a massage. Let me take care of you first you say. You slowly rub my shoulders, and down my neck. All tension in my body is released. You hand me a glass of water, and I gladly drink it. During your lovely massage I start to fall asleep in your arms, the world fading to black… I wake.