Her eyes opened wide, melted darkly. “Fuck me,” she said. Two days later I sat on my parent’s back porch and watched the sun go do...wn. Jane and Ted’s house erupted with anger, cries, and a harsh symphony of accusations and denials. I listened, painfully, scared as I waited, expecting to hear my name burst into their howls of complaint. A door slammed. Jane cried. I turned away, trying desperately to extinguish my tears. An hour went by, silent, brutal, lonely. . .."Matt, it's Don's birthday this weekend and I'd like to get him something...unusual. I was hoping maybe you could help me out with this."I was surprised but obviously I was glad to help out."Sure Cynthia. Anything. What do you need? Help picking out something over at the Outdoorsman Shop? Something like that?" I could tell that wasn't what she was looking for."No...not exactly Matt. Your dad and I, well, we have a very special relationship and I wanted to give him something unique. Something. "Would you like to watch?" sneered the count as Justine, despite trying to resist, raised her negligee, spread her legs slightly and lowered herself onto the raised digit. Her orgasm was immediate and as she began humping for more, her groans of pleasure filled the room."Give her back to me -- please!" whimpered Andre fighting to suppress an erection."I'm afraid not. You see I have some very special plans for this gorgeous young creature. But I am not totally heartless," smiled the count. I had visions of whipped cream, or maybe chocolate sauce, being used to hide the object of their desires, so they could lovingly suck all that tasty covering off.Would there be sprinkles?I was giddy with expectation, as I left a trail of pants and socks in the hallway, following the bouncing buttocks of the gorgeous girl in front of me.I was met with giggles and the comment, "You look funny!"She had said I needed no pants. So I'd removed them. I'd also taken off the socks because that's what.