And when he came home, his wife MADE him smack her around by giving him flak about... what had it been? No matter. It was her fault. She just would...'t listen to him. Nobody listened to him.His wife, Georgia, was laying on the floor, one eye swollen shut, whenVictor heard a voice say, "Don't seem you respect your marriage much."Victor turned on the voice, but saw nothing, until he heard, "Down here."Victor looked down and saw a two foot man, dressed all in green."Who are you?" he. He pulled her in tight for a long, soft kiss. Diana parted her lips to emit a soft sigh ad immediately brought her lover's top lip between hers and sucked gently, releasing and sliding into a wet, warm kiss, her tongue sliding across his, the romantic flame being stoked after a four month drought of all nighters, double shifts at the diner and drama with her friends. They hadn't had a chance to be truly romantic in the better part of a semester's worth of time, and the two of them were both. As they lay down to sleep on separate sides of the room, she tried to remember what it was like outside. It was fading like a dream; she couldn't remember what her name was supposed to be, Bill?William or something. She could hardly remember what it was like to have a penis; she definitely knew what it was like to have her vagina and how irritating sand was. She reached up and tried to feel her breast through the leather of the armour, a futile exercise and a side of her she had foresworn since. Steadily the elf’s breathing became more erratic, but Hermione couldn’t see why. She could only see the elf’s ears and eyes from where she stood.Hermione quietly moved to the foot of the bed, and stifled a gasp, her eyes going wide.The elf was pumping his cock with his hand, and staring down at the girl in the bed.Hermione watched as he continued to masturbate, and grunt with the exertion.But as he continued to jerk off, his cock seemed to be getting larger and larger, it was already almost 8.