. It was gorgeous. Whoever sang it had a voice comparable to that of an angel. He had heard tales of various creatures luring men in with their singin..., but... he couldn't ignore this. He had to follow it. And so he did, hearing more foreign lyrics as he got closer to the source. Even though he couldn't understand a single word of what was being sung, he knew whoever was singing had incredible talent. He arrived at a clearing and his jaw dropped.At the clearing, an elven woman was playing what. I dare not move.I could hear here breathing and see her outline. She just sat there for about 3o seconds. Then I felt her hand move underneath the bedclothes from the side. It slowly yet purposely made its way to my groin. My pyjama bottom's were still round my knees and My hand was still on my cock. What was she doing? Was she checking to see if I had been wanking when she walked in?Her hand reached my groin and she felt for my cock. Her hand grabbed mine gently and after a short while moved. Then the two cats come streaming in from the living room to greet me, and I bend down to pet them both. Still, the apartment is empty and dark, and suddenly altogether uninviting. For a moment, I resist the urge to throw down my bags, lock the door again, and head back to the airport for a stand-by slot back to the West Coast. Then I resign myself to reality, close the door behind me, and drop on the living room couch, where I lay on my back and look at the ceiling for a while. The cats join. "Come on, what I said yesterday made you curious, so you decided to take a look at my snatch." Michelle looked down, ashamed at being caught. "Well," Annie said, "Since I showed you mine, it's only fair that you show me yours." "WHAT? You can't be serious, right!?!?" Michelle recoiled and crossed her legs self-conscientiously. "Sister, I am dead serious." Really? So, like, what do you want me to do?" Take your clothes off." What? Why? Right here?" Take your clothes off, because you owe me and.