"Do you not trust my mom to protect you?"
At first, I felt hurt by the question. Not hurt because of how accurate it was, but quite the opposite.
Because this question proved Fay completely missed the point of my worry that pushed me to ask Makary for more potent guns.
"Back then, I nearly saw you skewered by a spear," I pointed out in a faint voice, feeling agitated and fearful at the mere memory of that moment. "It's not that I don't feel safe over there. Honestly speaking, I believe walking around the streets of my shed was more dangerous than anything I've encountered back in that forest."
I sighed before taking some time to grope away at Fay's tits that somehow were pleasantly heavy to hold yet as soft as a cloud to molest. Yet, rather than doing so for the sake of pleasure, for the first time, I actually hoped to have my hands help me get rid of my uneasiness.
