"Males!" Gesand said a fraction of a second later. Gesand spoke to Bridgette. "Lady B, I don't know what you will face. I will, though, stand next to ...ou. Dwarves might not have magic, but then magic doesn't have much of a hold on us."Finally Bridgette flopped on her blankets again and slept the sleep of the dead. There was so much to think about. All she had of her own was her staff, and she held onto it tightly.The next day was a repeat of the one before; only by the end of the day she was. ...come here"She reaches out with her right hand palm up, index finger curling, beckoning.He looks up then begins slowly to come to her, looking nervous but determined. As he draws near she remains seated on the log but opens her legs, she's wearing a black knee length skirt, t shirt, no bra or panties. He waddles right upto her and stops just at her knees, glancing nervously at me.Reaching out with both arms she grasps his hands and pulls him in so he's stood right up close between her legs,. " She wiped at her eyes with rough hands, angry at herself for crying yet again.Chris pushed her red locks behind her tiny ears. "Stop," she urged, reaching out and gently wiping away the few teardrops that Bria had missed. "You're going to hurt yourself if you don't watch it, girl."Bria watched with suddenly wide eyes as Christy tenderly wiped away the remnants of her crying jag. Her touch was soft, caring, intimate. When she was done, she didn't move her hand away, instead just let it stay,. I slowly undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and reached inside to tease the skin along her hip.My hand drifted to the inside of her thigh. I dragged my soft lips up to the very top of her thigh. I kissed along a line across her mound. She lifted her hips in excitement. My mouth clamped down on her, tongue parting her pussy lips, slickening her already juicy pussy with my saliva.My tongue painted insistent swirls on her clitoris. Sara was gripping the bed’s sides in temptation, desperation,.