“Let’s put her back where she was, so she thinks she just fainted then later woke up” Oscar said. “Good idea!” Arthur and Ernie agreed.They ...iped me off using the wet wipes we had to clean the white board, and laid me down where I was.“If she asks anything we will say, she fainted, sleeping with normal breathing, so we left not to disturb her, because she was sleeping like a princess” Oscar said to Ernie and Arthur. “So we fucked a princess? Nice” laughed Ernie. “What about her panties” Arthur. "Like it could be my mom. Come on. Who is she?" What do you mean, Ha, Ha?" I asked, upset for some reason. "There's nothing wrong with your mom." Except that she's my mom," he said, grinning. "Come on, Bobby. Give. Who is this chick who has you all ate up inside?"I didn't know what to do. I didn't have a cover story. I hadn't thought I'd need one. I guess I sort of panicked. All I could think of was the picture I beat off to every single night, as I dreamed about crawling in bed with Janet. Naga’s were rare in this tavern and certainly were a minority here, but they weren’t uncommon throughout the city.Scarlett eyed the Naga with a burning interest. His head was buzzing with all the new people he had met and all the conversations he had overheard, he had so much to process, so much to write down, but this feminine shape before him was in a completely different league of new and interestingness than the others. The naga had pale skin and blonde hair that was cut to a neat shoulder. .. how did he know me better than I did? I felt his hand squeeze my ass and I moaned around his dick. It felt so hot inside my mouth and when I pulled it out it shined with my spit and had such a potent air about that it was like looking at fire. I had to swallow it again. Both Duke and the driver (Mike, I found out later his name was) could tell I was enjoying myself. I knew I was too. I was slowly gyrating my hips as I sucked on his dick, listening to the soft rap music coming from the car's.