Scared as I was, I could not shake the thrill of running naked through the streets. Although chilly the cold had little to do with the goose bumps and...shivers that ran down my spine. More than once I ducked into shadows, panicked at the smallest of sounds. The more it happened the more terrified I became.Minutes later, they felt like hours, I finally saw my house. I hide behind the fence in my neighbor's flower garden studding the final stretch. I would have to cross the street but the problem. "She'll be next to a very ordinary looking bloke dolled up to the nines in a suit, they'll step forward at the vicar's behest, he'll say a few words and then the ordinary looking bloke will slip a gold ring on the woman's finger." Oh Dave." her voice broke and I realised when I looked at her that she was crying, but I carried on regardless."That woman will be you Mickey and I'll be the scruffy little git in the borrowed suit."The in house phone rang then, it was the porter telling us that tea. I could see that there was no hair whatsoever on her pussy as her lips pushed against the thong. I lightly rubbed my thumb across her pussy lips, causing her body to tremble in excitement. I put my thumb under her thong and slowly pushed it aside, exposing her tight, young pussy to me. “Oh my god,” I whispered as I lowered my head between her legs. I very lightly ran the tip of my tongue across her tight slit, from the bottom up to her budding clit. She squealed in pleasure as the tip of my. She is "Tinkerbell." If not the original, she is the sister or first cousin of Walt Disney's cute little flitting fairy who spreads fairy dust in her wake.She's only about eight inches tall but is really cute. I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion.But I digress, as this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is not with me every moment of the day. She picks.