....................................................................................................................................................................................I looked down at my hard on and burned for relief. The dream was so vivid, the girl was so real. I quickly lay back down slipping my shorts of completely and stroked myself vigorously to completion with my eyes closed and Graces sweet face etched on to the back of my eye lids. I thought I should feel silly, I even tried. Flicking with your tongue. Then taking it in your mouth. Ahhhh, making me melt. Slowly feeding it into your mouth, your hands move to my ass and they let me know when move forward and back. You sucking on it begins to drive me crazy. Then I reach over and begin rubbing your wonderful breast. Mmm, waiting my turn to lean over and please you. To suck on those God given tits and then to suck that pussy. I just want to die. Then the other hand starts to play with my balls, the sensation is. I would not be the toy of a three faerie. I had to escape, warn my wives of what they faced in the village. Faeries were skilled in magic, tricky, the bastard offsprings of the Goddess of Crime and the God of Lust.“Please, mighty warrior,” Cherry said, fluttering to me. She reached out, running slender fingers across my chest, her touch igniting fires that rippled through my body. “Stop struggling. You cannot escape. Those are enchanted ropes.”“Yes, you are ours,” Blossom said, her words hard. It was the Golden Hour at Ventana. The sun was sinking in the ocean, the lavender blooms were waving in the field, and her husband was dozing behind her in the deep covers of their hotel bed, after making love to her twice since they had checked in that afternoon. She was in a luxurious Ventana terry cloth robe, with nothing underneath, enjoying the sunset, the chilled vodka, and the relaxed sensuous glow that descends after good sex. The warm robe on her nude skin was just right for.