I need you standing to collect the prize of our bet. He said looking weird and I stood up. I remember dressing a loose white blouse and my blue school... shorts with a yellow headband in my long and brown hair that separated my fringe from the long locks that fell from the sides of my head to my shoulders. He was surprisingly red and looked apprehensive, when stammered: Show me your breasts… That got me really surprised, making me gasp audibly. You… You want to see my breasts? Really? I said. "I would've hated to go through all that wedding rigamarole for nothing." Uh-uh. You're stuck with me, and you know it."Warren laughed. "When Crash and I were waiting for you to come down the aisle, he asked me if I was ready for the ol' ball and chain. I told him that if you were a ball and chain, I'd take it." Oh, you say the sweetest things." Yes, I do. And what do I get back? 'Oh, I guess we'll keep him, '" Warren teased.Sophie grinned at him, and then stood up. She set Betsy down in the. The dream seemed so real and vivid, as if he were actually there fucking the hell out of me. My clit and pussy throbbing so bad. They were aching to be touched, to have that sweet release that I crave every second of the day. I ran my hand down to my cunt and began toying with my clit, finger slipping a bit lower to collect my juices before running them over my sensitive bud. I circled my clit, flicking it with each pass, feeling my body tense and that familiar feeling build in my stomach. I. Now that she’d turned sixteen, she was curious as to what trials he would set for her this year. She was a little afraid that it might be harder than she could handle.But ... she’d get to spend time with Uncle Bob, who was her hero in many ways. Maggie was what most people would call ‘plain’ looking. She had mousy brown hair that her mother liked to put into pigtails, and long bangs that almost covered her eyes.She didn’t mind that, though, because she liked the feeling that she was hiding.