"Emily?" I was genuinely surprised to see her. The little girl had come all the way to find me and not the other way around.
Unlike the other great beings in this party, Emily's sense of fashion was more justified. A yellow tank top with a transparent gown made of silk, and underneath, she was wearing tight crisp green jockeys.
It was like looking at a packet of fresh corn, and if I let Laura's body ripe, then her natural milk would be an endless source of good ol English breakfast. Had the sausage cooked and ready for gulpin for a long time anyways, just, it wouldn't be me having the sausage, but the sleepin cow with those gravid udders and this flaky juicy corny girl who dearly misses me. GG Emily, ood irl, as Vinsett might say it.
"What a genuine surprise, I didn't expect you to be here!" I always loved to see Emily.
"Elder brother…" Emily reacted a little slower. Like a turtle whose cognition and focus had been locked by a master key, she slowly approached me.
