‘it isn’t not unpleasant at all. In fact, you’re quite tasty.’ I smiled at her. ‘Do I get to taste you, now?’ ‘Oh…well, I don’t know...��I mean I don’t …oh god, what am I doing?’ I pushed her back on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her to the bed. ‘It’s all right, Edith,’ I said. ‘Just relax and let me show you something.’ She was wearing a knee length skirt, which I easily slid up to her waist to reveal white granny panties that were very wet in the crotch. I ran my finger tip up her thigh,. You’re jealous, said a different voice in her head. It sounded like her mother. How repellent. And you need all the help you can get.A little harsh, perhaps, because Tracey was not unattractive; she had lustrous blonde hair, and, thanks to years of playing tennis, her body was youthful and firm. Her legs were her best assets, she thought. But next to her best friend, Emma, she felt like a little boy. As did most women.Plus, she knew that Alex was far from dull. Emma could take her pick of men. Simply captivated.The dragon’s eyes focused on me. His irises were a vibrant shade of pink and seemed to bore into me, unearthing my every secret. He slowly approached, his razor-sharp claws clicking on the pavement. His wings remained outstretched, making him appear massive.I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, waiting to see what he would do next. He kept coming until he stood before me. His head was mere feet away and his eyes remained fixed on me. I could feel his hot breath on. I was a failure at Formal Music, much preferring the reels and rounds of the lands folk, Formal Music was an acquired- affectation, I would say. I would be surprised if anyone genuinely appreciated listening to Formal Music for it’s own bare aesthetic. I took a standard Italian Lute, and tortured it far beyond it’s traditional intentions to create some very appreciated and lively additions to the energy and excitement at the celebratory dances of the Landsmen which involve much more jumping and.