It was totally involuntary and unexpected. Thetwo women smiled."It's okay, honey," said my wife. "The thighs are more sensitive thanthe lower leg. ...hat's why Angela starts on the lower leg, to let youget used to the pain."They were right about the arousal. That pain had immediately shrunk mycock back to normal, or maybe even less than normal size. Angelacontinued with the waxing and I cringed at each of the next few strips,but managed to not shout out again. Gradually I got accustomed to. This would have gone on endlessly, when she pushed my head away. She got up from her place and ordered me to sit there instead. I obeyed yet again. Once I had settled on the seat. She sat astride me, telling me to hold my stiff rod to ease herself on to that. I was a fast learner now. She eased her wide open pussy into my eagerly waiting cock. It slid into her smoothly. Now she was ready to ride me and fuck me, she said. Oh only if you would, my Queen, I spoke, breathlessly. True to her words,. The male pixies were two green ones, a red one, a black one, and a white one and all of them were staring at Blurco and me. I calmly arch a black eyebrow. I change all the hair on my body to be as black as an abyss. I think it makes me look bad-ass. Blurco stands up with his hands raise in surrender. That startles me. Usually Blurco likes to fight. ‘What’s going on,’ I ask Blurco. ‘Shhh, Nico, let me handle this.’ Blurco says under his breath. ‘He lai my sister,’ said the red one. ‘He,’ I look. It didn’t take her long to realize that it must have been Christy Brown who took these photographs. She leafed through them slowly. Some did nothing for her, but there were two that she looked at longer. She couldn’t have said why, except that he was looking at the camera in both of them. His left eye ... the eyeball itself ... looked just like the other one, and the gaze was clear, almost confident. The juxtaposition of the ruined flesh around one, and the complete normalcy of the other, mixed.