“Here, lie down” she said, letting go of my shaft and standing up.I did as I was told and as I got comfortable watched her peel her T-shirt off over her head, her boobs lifting with her arm movement before dropping back into place once the material had uncovered them. Then hooking her thumbs in the waistband of knickers proceeded to peel off her underwear in front of me for the second time today.She gave her boobs a squeeze, pinching her own nipples as I looked on admiring her full frontal nakedness before straddling the bed and swinging a leg over my head. Before I knew it I was face to face with her pussy that automatically spread as her thighs were now either side of my head.“Now you can have a proper meal” she said wiggling her hips to encourage me to feast.And feast I did.I bent my neck forward where my mouth met her luscious lips for the first time, flesh on flesh, the exquisite taste of her juices now directly on my tongue. I slurped and lapped at the softness of her labia. She loved Exeleculpa dearly.Anyway. She went down to the creek, to Ex’s tree. Ex wasn’t there. She sat in the grass, and waited for her. Usually Ex showed up in a few minutes. Fairies somehow just knew when somebody wanted them. The minutes stretched into an hour. She suddenly jumped, waking up. The sun hung low in the sky. She arose, peeked in the tree one last time and went back up to the house.“Oh, there you are.” her mother said and served her dinner. She was consumed with Ex. Where was she? This wasn’t like her at all. She halfway expected the girl to show up in the house, just to let her know she was back and all right.That night was horrible. She lay awake almost all night. Where the hell was Ex? It was bad enough she wasn’t here to make out with. Valencia missed that badly. But she was beginning to wonder, more and more, if something bad had happened to Ex. Something like what had happened to the queen.The next day at school she was in enough of a tizzy to ask Mr. Ourie if he.
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