How could there be more cock?“Almost there,” he whispered in my ear. “No...” I whimpered, not in protest, but because I couldn’t imagine how...I could be penetrated any further. He jerked his hips violently and penetrated me to the balls, hitting my cervix and thrusting his tongue into my mouth at the same time. I gasped as the fucking began. It started slow and sped up very gradually. His tongue expanded and stroked the inside of my mouth in time with his phallus. I could make only small. This helped to bring out the people who were willing to play. As always, it was the women who were the most discreet and the most interesting. They would walk up alongside her as she window-shopped. Small talk would ensue. Perhaps an invitation for a drink, perhaps for dinner. Sometimes, Angel would accept. The women would want to hold her hand as they sat and chatted. They would scoot their chair close to hers so they could touch her, stroke her hair, be her girl friend. And for that lucky. Just like the house, it wasa women's house I guess he was right no matter what I remember to theworld I was always a female.He told me to stand in front of the mirror I did but being three inchestall I could not see myself. Then he said, "Back up about three feetand think of yourself as a human." I did what he said but I had to shutmy eyes to think of myself as a human. I thought of myself automaticallyas a female human that was same as I was as a Fairy but human. The sameheight difference. As Steve reached into the cabinet next to the sink, retracting his spaghetti pot, Judy took it from his hands saying, "I'll fill it to the brim and you can get the rest of what we need to eat."After it was sufficiently full, Judy placed the pot on the largest burner on the electric stove, clicked it on and turned to face Steve, saying, "Later you can pretend I'm that pot and fill me to the brim too!"Caught at mid breath, Steve coughed and swallowed hard. When he regained his composure, smiling.