Heck, I was barely thirty now ... but you can’t argue with flighty faeries!It also bears mentioning that the kiss of a fairy, even of the weaker var...ety like this one, is immensely erotically powerful. Even their touch bears a mild love-spell. Their kiss is even more powerful and they can easily charm anyone to their will, but the end result is invariably benign. The poor young abandoned thing just wanted comfort and a little love, not to mention she had quite a bit of pent-up sexual. Girls know how to get the most out of flashing. And guys are easily teased. It's not good for our brains ... oxygen starvation. The blood that carries the thinking carries it to a much smaller brain. Redirect that oxygen carrying blood and we tend to babble. Nerve endings that carry sight to the brain send the signals south; uncharted territory is a discovery every second. I was making a lot of discoveries and I really wanted to plant my flag. My queen had even financed the voyage.We motored. “Meryl, you’re not wearing any panties.”Meryl found that amusing. “But I do have a pair, right here in my purse.” She took them out to show me. They appeared to be very ordinary white underpants. Then she had her arms around me and she was kissing me. During our make-out session, I rubbed her thick thighs but I didn’t attempt to touch her pussy. She already had the answer for that.“Paul, how about we get in the back seat and have some fun? I think you know what I mean.” I thought, Meryl, you’re. In a few minutes I could hear winning coming down the hall and getting louder then they stopped I front of me, I said hello little girl and who are you? She said who are you and Bridget started to go off, but I put my finger to her lips and she quit, the little girl looked at her Mom and said Mom who is this guy? But Bridget said nothing, I said I am Master Glenn and you are in my house, I will ask the questions here, she said Mommy this is our house who is he, I looked to Bridget and she said.