.. ooohh.. nernoooo.. oh god... yes.." as the fourth bead, larger still, pops into her increasingly full ass. The fifth one is easy, Heather expecting...it now as the widest bead she has taken slids easily home. I roll her cheeks around leaving the beads in place. There is more, two more, these will wait for another time as the length of the string and the width of the last two might spoil what is clearly a good feeling. Heather is groaning beneath me as I play with her cheeks, pulling them. Sections had been neatly cut out, and converted intoFaerie sized kick panels. The weapons manufacturer in Las Vegas hadturned out a couple hundred swords including the ones the team memberscarried, almost five hundred collapsible spears, and as many bows. Theproblem they had with the metal flights had been corrected by him aswell. The new flights were actually segments of soft plastic now.There was a murmur of voices, an admonishment to be careful, and theFaerie in the room dived for. He liked a little rough play from time to time. He screamed, “THANKS, DAD!”Dave peeled off his t-shirt and tossed it on a chair, and then jumped in next to Matthew. The two splashed and played together for a few minutes.Dave looked back at the group he’d been with, “Come on in. The water’s fine.”Donna said, “No bathing suit.”“Just wear your undies. No one will care. We can throw them in the dryer later.”Donna stood and shed the opaque cover she’d been wearing, really one of Dave’s dress shirts. Tell her to make me a cambric shirt(in the deep forest green)Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme(Tracing of sparrow on snow-crested ground)Without no seams nor needle work(Bedclothes the child of the mountain)Then she’ll be a true love of mine(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)Tell her to find me an acre of land(A sprinkling of leaves)Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme(Washes the grave with silvery tears)Between the salt water and the sea strands(And polishes a gun)Then she’ll be a true love of.