“Bang! Hot xxx She’d been dying of hunger; she was out of her element. They were bent over the hood of their car studying something. He spied a wood-nymph by the enchanted pond, on the enchanted rock, in the shade of the enchanted tree. She found herself turning back into a wood-nymph again. She was considering how long the meal would last her, when she heard the sounds of her natural prey. “Awrite hen.” He called to the wood-nymph, in an incongruous accent typical of his kind. They’d wake up in a few hours, sore in unexpected places with a memory they wouldn’t believe. His manhood had grown to its full ten inches.
