"The book is really old. And that is astrange cover for it, a kind of fine pale hide. I wonder if it ispigskin. What do you want to do with the book?"...Probably nothing," said Martha. "Perhaps I'll just keep it for asouvenir or a curiosity." You know, "said Inge, "I get a strange feeling from this book." Sheshivered slightly. Martha felt it too. She eyed Inge carefully. Did shealso get the feelings that she did?Martha looked up to see Albert carrying a small boy. The boy wasrubbing his eyes.. That meant that there was a good chance that he would know how to fuck too. However, she had already decided that things would go slowly this time. She was getting bored of all this meet me — fuck me — never see me again business. Even James had agreed that there was no need to rush things. They could make out or touch each other, but no sex for the time being."You have to stop", he told her breathing hard."Why?" Don't tease me", he threatened and she smiled. She knew that all this kissing and. She told him as much as she could remember and it usually led to sex, but as much as she enjoyed making love with her husband she was becoming a little worried. There was no hugging or kissing, no snuggling or cuddling, no foreplay at all just "What else did they do to you?" She didn't know what it was, but something seemed to be a little 'off' between them.Susan had been home from Daytona one week when her life suddenly turned to shit. She had just finished the breakfast dishes and was sorting. "I was told to bring something to break your fast, so I had a Pixie whip up a little something for you!" And again the smile and laugh told Erin that she was being teased."I suppose I deserve that as well." Erin rewarded Brun with a smile of her own and that seemed to settle it for the Fairy."Now then, I was sent to feed and dress you, and you simply cannot go to Court dressed like that!" Brun busied herself with opening up trunks that lined one wall of the room alternately nodding or shaking.