"That was one," Fifi said with a smile.A ghostly red heart bloomed in the air between them and floated upwards into the sky on a spray of smaller spin...ing red hearts. One hundred and forty appeared above her head in green numerals.That was one? DaBigBoom thought. His knees were trembling and his fringe was wet with perspiration.Fifi relaxed her legs and shifted position. She leant forward and let a flap of her wings pull their conjoined hips apart. DaBigBoom's cock was released from the cushion. She absently pulls a lock of her hair behind her ear, which immediately flops back to its original position after she lets go. “I’ve lived on Cavendish Lane my entire life. Now I’m moving to a whole new country. And I still can’t believe it’s genuinely happening.”You nod solemnly. You know how she feels. Four years ago, you moved to London. You remember how stressful it was despite how much Lisa had arranged for you. The process was long and taxing and intricate, and you remember feeling. All the outfitscalled for a garter belt and stocking combination and those clothes werenothing I wanted to wear, especially now.I know that my appearance will always be a problem and I knew that withthe way I looked I might be asked to leave the church. The pastor hadassured me that I would be able to make an announcement to let everyoneknow what had actually happened and why I look the way I do. So for aslong as I could, I decided that I would try and dress as 'normal' andconservative as I. ‘I just want to cheer you up so you don’t get too stressed today.’ Oh, that wasn’t too bad, then. Unexpected, yes. But not as crazy as I thought. ‘You really don’t need to worry about me, Collin. But thank you.’ He breathed lightly on my neck, sending a whirl of chills down my spine. His fingers caressed my hips, and softly touched the small of my back as I involuntarily pushed myself into him. ‘Ah, Sam. I’m not supposed to want you, and you’re making it hard.’ he said. The pun in his statement.