Her eyes looked up to me, as she leaned in and wrapped her lips around my purple cockhead. The playful flash of her eyes, the look of being caught out...in doing something naughty. Her lips squeezing, her hands massaging my swelling sac, as she drew my shaft deeper into her mouth. My hands gently guiding her head around me, taking her hair in my hands as her head bobbed back and forth on me. She alternated from swallowing my cock into her mouth, to lifting it with her hand, and peppering my shaft. I know, I know you will say he got free beer. He was happy.Yes, that time, I was just happy to sit, drink and get a hard-on. I think I was checking my WhatsApp when I heard the smile of a woman. It sounded like Nisha. I just looked around, and what I saw made me stand up from my chair. I was shocked at what I saw.I know I spent a lot of time describing a woman in a black dress and how you should fuck such women. Just delete it out of your mind. What your brother saw was something a man can only. They were hyper-sexed charicatures of woman-hood, their impossibly willowy waist-lines and pneumatic boobs ensured that they were rarely mistaken for real women. To Violet, they seemed more like cartoons than people. It was as if some horny teenage boy, drowing in his own repressed hormones, had been given license to design a race of people.Yet, they stared at her! Maybe it made sense; she seemed to be human, yet her tits were even larger than the bustiest of the Fae! (They had an easier time. I began my walk at 6:30AM after my pills. Either it fooled me all along, or Mikah had known something I didn’t. It was raining harder, and it was cooler than I expected. That would teach me not to forget to check the weather on my computer before I left. Even though Mikah was home, I carried the walking stick/entrenching tool. I needed it to lean on when my back began with the muscle pain. Every minute I spent leaning on the tool, meant five more minutes I could walk. So yes mornings like that.