𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

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　Visiting family in another state, blond walks between kitchen area and living room (she looked familiar, like some long-ago distant relative). I’m sitting in the living room and she joins me at the couch and sits beside, to converse while others are ambling through the house. It feels like a ‘moving situation’ where several (unfamiliar) family members and strangers are helping. Seems like it might be my grandmother’s house(?). ⁣

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　There’s some kind of bug infestation. Weird variety of very colorful, exotic insects. Most large, with long spindly legs and strange colors, patterns and shapes. *{ Many of these insects are very large. Larger/longer than an adult-male’s hand. Some are Mantis shaped, some are like Titan/Goliath Beetles, Giant Wetas & large Moths. A few have wings, many are very angular with sharp spiney protrusions. But all of them are arrayed in a rainbow mosaic of bright beautiful colors }*

 

 

    I cuddle up to her. Now she’s a brunette with long-hair, a gorgeous woman with a slim body (succubi?), her facial appearance has changed as well – far more attractive than the original blond from earlier. (An entirely new girl? Maybe the succubus manifested here at this point, sitting with me on the couch?). ⁣

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　I move my hand under her baggy shirt, to rest and caress her stomach, concealed and unseen to any passerby. I gently rub my hand across the soft skin of her stomach and belly button. I move my hand up to her breast. She acts like she’s surprised and ‘uncomfortable’ – but only because she’s nervous about others noticing. Due to her loose shorts and the angle we sit at, I can see down to her special ‘woman-area.’ A thin (regrowing) layer of hair and her lips below can easily be seen with her panties slipped down low. I whisper in her ear about how I want to taste her. She tried to deflect the conversation, afraid someone will overhear and notice how coy and close we are. ⁣

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　Her behavior also implies she can’t because she’s already involved with someone else and this place has too many others around that might become suspicious of our spending time together. I move my hand downward to her secret area, she is immediately soaking wet down there (it seems her current guy doesn’t appreciate and give her the attention she needs). I touch and tease her on the outside, rubbing in a circular pattern, but not going inside. Letting the anticipation and desire build up. ⁣

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　Until suddenly she stands up and says that we should figure out where the bugs are getting in from, in my grandma’s bedroom. She announces it for others to hear by happenstance, but intends to have me follow, so I can give her everything she desperately craves and desires as soon as possible.

 

 

    Unfortunately, the lame ‘guy’ she’s involved with, happens to overhear and wants to help (to actually help) locate the place where bugs are getting in (which she and I never intended to do). Thwarting both of our plans to have us continue the fun we started on the couch in the living room. ⁣

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　We continue down the hall to grandma’s room and make an appearance that we are looking on the floor, the corners and seams for cracks and entry-points, but really we just want the guy to leave. Unfortunately, he seemed intent on looking and seemed to keep questioning why she was so insistent and interested in trying to find how the bugs are getting in. ⁣

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　We make a show of talking about the insects and trying to ‘spot’ them and shoo’ing some out the door, but the guy never leaves us alone in peace, so I can deliver on the pleasures I mentioned desiring to bestow unto her. Sadly, besides getting to admire her butt sticking up in the air at me, as she crawls around the floor, nothing else fun happens between her and I. ⁣