Bobby asked for a drink and I gave him and Terry a few bottles each. Then weirdly, we just started talking about all kinds of trivial shit. I lit up...again and found myself starting to relax a bit. Then I started to notice more about Bobby. He was a bit older than us, and just a bit overweight. But what really caught my attention was that he had the largest hands i had ever seen (think Hagrids in Harry Potter). He wasn't great looking, but he was very easy on the eyes, if you know what I. A pillar of vapor poured out of her mouth with every moan she made.I ground my tongue up and down, circling her clit and sucking on it gently. Every movement seemed to make her wetter. Her juices dripped from my chin as I tended to her needs. One of her hands began rubbing and pulling her nipples while the other laced its fingers through my hair.After a few minutes, I felt her hand on my head grip and pull. I rose to my feet as both of her small delicate hands grabbed aggressively at my belt. "Morgan? What happened... to you?" Phillip Davies, I am a Leprechaun named Erin. Four months ago, I came to you in your dream and found you wallowing in loneliness, so I took the role of your... your dead child to try to ease your pain."Phillip actually smiled. "That explains... the look... Esmerelda gave me... whenever... I asked... about you." Phillip-" Father. Call me... father. I don't have... much time left. It pleases me... to continue... to think of you... as my daughter." Father, I can. .. lovely old trees… more shots of Wendy… yummy, a shot of Wendy in a bikini! She’s a lovely young girl, nice body. Damn, look at that rack of tits! If I was her father… hehehe.” Gwen interjected, “Beautiful! If I was her mother… hehehe.” “ And some more interior shots of their home… I have no idea who those folks are… George and Julienne posing nicely… probably in their dining room… and two more of Wendy with her mother.” Gwen said, “Nelson, show me the one of Wendy again. No, the one with her.