It was his 42nd birthday, and he was alone… again… still. The ceiling didn’t really speak to him, yet he could still hear his wife’s lilting v...ice: ‘Time to get up, Stan. You have to go to work.’ Caron. He still loved her. He still thought of her, every day, many times a day. The deep depression that he felt was his only protection from his memories of her. The car had swerved to avoid a young girl, who was running across the road to her mother without looking, and it had caught Caron a. Near endlessly he talked about their unbelievable soft gray skin, there almost invariably large and supple breasts, and their silky hair, which was normally a silver, black, or red. Apparently his favorite part about them was the fact they were so damn kinky. Dominative or submissive, either way they made for a fun-filled romp. Because of Vyn’s ramblings, Koroko had come down with a near insatiable case of Drow Fever. This is not a disease mind you, but the unremorseful urge for Dark Elven. It was when his mother said, "Roger lift your head, look at me," when he did so he realised that the other frequent subject of his masturbatory fantasies was standing directly in front of him naked. "Nudity is nothing to be embarrassed about." She tilted his head so that he could look first at her breasts and then she pushed down so that unless he closed his eyes, and he had no intention of doing that, he had to look at the slightly darker brown of her pubic hair and the split of her vagina. The note of concern in his voice rang false, even to me.I nodded. It was. As the day had progressed I had become more and more aware of the aches and pains in my body. The pain was most acute in my pussy and my ass.He said, "Well then, because I am such a nice guy I won't fuck you today, bitch. I'll let you suck my cock instead." I was too humiliated to look at his face. But I could hear in his voice how much he was enjoying this.He stood up and slowly unfastened his pants. He dropped them to.