Her words continued, “I know the Prince has bedded several of the servant girls. He has not impregnated a single one! So, the fault for our inabil...ty to conceive lies with him. Yet, the solution to the problem falls to me!”Once again, she stopped. She mustered courage and spoke, “Sir, you are my solution! I’ve seen you time and again without you knowing that I’m watching. Sir, you look enough like the Prince to be a brother. If you were to impregnate me, the child could pass as the. I noticed the little things in my post-work haze. The tightness of her striped skirt that barely covered her ass, the cat-got-the-cream look on his face that made me wonder who he thought about, the people across from me who entered at different stops and talked with such animation… Sex. It all boiled down to what positions I could picture them in.No one inspired great stories in me though, apart from the gentle wondering. I figured my mind was just too tired from work to grasp on to anyone. His message ended with a kiss and the hope that this would not be the last time they would exchange messages.‘What a gentleman!’ laughed Jackie, ‘I like his style and he’s quite good looking too!’ she teased, searching my face for a reaction.Yeah, he certainly knows how to flatter a woman,’ I replied. And then, with my head buzzing a little, I added, ‘Well do you think you’ll keep in contact with him?’‘That’s for me to know,’ she cheekily responded, ‘but don’t worry, you’re still the only man. Dreaming ... wonderful.”The dreams were the normal confusion of nonsense scenarios spilling on one to the other before settling on a wicked dream involving my new friend Tabitha. I lay on a grassy field with Tabitha, the both of us naked. Merita was pressed into my back, nibbling on my neck while my pussy tentacles—a byproduct of Merita possessing my body to save my life—slipped out of my cunny. Four purple tentacles, the same color as Merita’s flesh, writhing and undulating.“Oh, I love your.