Her finger entered between my lips a slight way and then a smile came to her mouth. ‘Mistress Pickles is a woman of her word. How very gratifying.�...� My Lady then unlaced my corset as she sat and her hands roamed over me. She had me remove my undergarments while she watched and I saw a change in the demeanour of her eyes and mouth; she had assumed what I could now describe as a predatory air but at the time I found slightly wild and unnerving. She stood gracefully and, taking my hand, led me to. Neither of us could answer most of them. I told Brian it was good practice for when I was out at sea chasing pirates around and people came to him to ask questions that they wanted me to answer. Since I wasn’t available, they would go to him and he’d have to answer questions that he knew nothing about. He may as well get used to it now.If you were on foot, carrying things, and maybe not used to hiking, Epper’s Mill was a good two-day journey east of Widemouth, following the river road. On. ” Drawing me towards her with her finger, I got up, holding up my pants, and crossed over, standing at the couch between her and the table. She immediately began stroking it, lightly at first but then squeezing it more.“So, here’s what we can do,” she said, looking up at me with those incredible eyes. ”I’m going to start kissing this, and you’re going to keep track of the number of kisses. When I get to the number that equals the age you think I am, you just tell me to stop. Ok?” She gave it a. As they ran up the driveway the garage door started going up, gradually revealing the bountiful body of their opulently curved mother, inch by inch.She was wearing a pair of white cotton pants that looked like she had been poured into them. They were so tight that the boys wondered how she would ever be able to sit down.The pure white material bunched tightly around her pubic mound and crotch, in the vulgarest way possible, and the pants seemed to be designed primarily to advertise her pussy.