Feeling sexy i put on my sexy Michelle Wie golf skirt and blouse with my sexy 1/4 cup bra and g string knickers with my bright red jimmy choos. As i d...ive in to the car park i see the boy next door golf club bag on his shoulder standing next to his mother , Josephine . i park my 5 year old Mercedes Coupe next to her new Ferrari . She barely acknowledges my presence ,her son is busy looking at the younger ladies who haven't had 3 c***dren, worked and studied hard for 20 years to get here. I push. But these had to be stereotypes. Nobody could be so horny, all the time.And I sure wasn't afraid of the Pixies. Most of the Pixies I saw on the campus of Madison University were no bigger than 6 inches tall, fluttering around on little fairy wings as they went off to lunch, or to some frat party. (But the stories that came out of the frat houses had to be false, Didn't they?)I wasn't surprised when I saw one of them with a normal, human height over 5-feet tall. I'd heard that pixies were. The soft light revealed a light film of sweat. Then she leaned forward a bit and reached up toward where his left hand was tied. With both hands, she caressed his arm, slowly working her way downwards, using fingertips and fingernails in gentle concert. She traced her way down over his collarbone, his nipple (circling until he writhed again) and again over his belly, making him twist under her hands. This time, she approached the waistband of his briefs and slid her fingers beneath, sliding. I shivered and squirmed. Then I tried to archmyself away from whatever it was, but it kept following me. All of asudden it began to rub up and down my inner thighs, and then suddenly ittouched my pussy. "Please?oh Alice?what are you doing to me? stop, it'stickling!" I mumbled through the gag."You're very sensitive for a pledge. It's going to be fun," was all shesaid to me in a sort of husky, excited voice. Then she started rubbingme with that awful thing again, all over the lips of my pussy. I.