Her daughter's never faltered, cold as ever."I can wear that piece of trash any time, but I don't have or WANT to lower myself. Sluts and whores wear ...that garbage. You're my daughter, my angle, you don't have to..." I'm no slut! I'm sexy and you can't handle it. You can't stand that I have the looks you don't have any more!"Maria turned to the side, looking at herself in her daughter's full length mirror and shivered. Her teenage years long since gone, the body she once had has moved on to her. You know exactly what you are doing, teasing me and making me an obedient slut, your obedient slut. You grab my shoulder and hip to flip me over onto my knees to fuck me doggy style. You pound at my juicy, wet pussy while one of your fingers rub my ass so delicately. I hear you panting, holding back, grunting and resisting the nearly impossible temptation to cum while you do this to me as you pull my hair. My ass cheeks clap against you, reddening with every thrust. You pull out of me once. If she could read my body language somehow? Oh those beautiful, perfectly manicured, tan skinned feet!Finally, she goes to the kitchen. She leaves the room but my girlfriend stays. Whatever, I casually fidgit around the carpet by her shoes and sneak my way to them with my back turned to her. I put my nose to the insole of her black slip on ballerina flat and inhale deeply the sweet pleasant greeting of her warm flowery chamomile like foot musk enhanced by the leather it was preserved in. I. Neither the donkey nor the gypsy stirred as Steven started up the path. He carried nothing with him but his hat. The path wound as it rose from the desert floor and soon, Steven George was looking out across a marshy land where in the distance there ran a ribbon of water. On the far side of the water lay a village where people lived peaceful, happy lives because they were free of the fear of the dragon. Steven looked out across the distance and realized that he no longer wished to return to his.