“I’m a mannequin silly, but thanks to the magic that brought me life, the sexual energy I absorb from your cum makes me a little more human. Just-...ike-you." She put a finger against the tip of his nose."So--what happened? Did a witch bring you to life or something?" Brian was only halfway joking."I was merely a toy in a sex shop, if you`d believe that--when suddenly a fairy grabbed me and zapped me with a little of her magic.”"That`s...crazy," Brian said. "So--" So then she gave me a will of my. We were only four young people in the village, all four of us daughters of peasants parents who relied on us for daily chores and field works some times every year… We were raised all four together, Gabrielle, Antoinette, Julie and I, same school thirty kilometers away, same high school even further. But now all over 20, I was the only one to go to college, studying agricultural engineering, my way to help my parents and the community. There I also learned English, not always good or accurate,. This time, I managed to move past the image of the Akoya stone, and even as she shuddered through another powerful orgasm I found what I was curious about. She was so new to town that she was renting a hotel room until she found a place to live. I tried to dig deeper, but either my power was so new or her being the Akoya Stone was making it difficult.I pulled back from her mind, and roughly grabbed her under her arms. With a quick motion I jerked her to her feet, turned her around and pushed. She’d taught me how to swim there when I was five, the water so cold that I remember her lips turning blue. It was a great place to be alone, to just sit and feel the stillness—to talk with someone, to say things that you couldn’t say. We hiked for just over two hours, a hard climb up over a prehistoric bolder field, Mom in a pair of green cargo shorts and tall leather hiking boots, the outline of a sports-bra underneath her plain white tee. We ate our lunch there by the base of that waterfall,.