He was not big or blue, but a small man in a red coat and short red pants who appeared when Patrick O'Donovan started polishing a brass lamp that his ...ife Maeve had brought home from the thrift shop this very afternoon. Maeve was always buying junk like this; she fancied herself an artistic person, and she was always decorating their house in some new style or pattern. It drove Patrick crazy, because he never knew if his living room was going to look like twelfth century China, 1920s Paris, or. Yum-yum."Davon exhaled loudly through pursed lips. He cautioned my wife, "Youbetter loosen your grip there, you dirty-minded girl. Otherwise I'm goingto bust a nut way too soon. Slow and steady is what Pinky wants. Let'snot disappoint our personal, pussy eating, cock gobbling pansy. Damn,she's a quick learner. The bitch just tried to get the tip of her tonguein my pee hole. Holy crap."Karen wanted him to tell her, "Are you leaking clear stuff yet, you bigbastard?"He chortled. "Feels. Everything was lubed up so well that it went in fairly easily. She winced slightly as it went in but smiled to let me know it was ok. I started to slowly pump my cock in and out of her. As I did, my sister slid her hand down to the girls clit and started massaging it in a circular motion. At the time, I was so into my own pleasure that I didnt even think about the girl having an orgasm. But my sister knew. She had masturbated probably hundreds of times by then and had countless orgasms. It is. As Gabriel took a look at the little statue again now, he shook his head. Who knew what the heck the little guy had been talking about.The statue was an odd little thing ... a little statue of a man, with abnormally large eyes, opened wide. It was actually a little bit disturbing to look at - just oddly enough proportioned to be subtly wrong, but not wrong enough to be funny.With a sigh, Gabriel tossed the thing into his junk drawer. One more thing to clean up later, but for now he had bigger.