' I think those were the extremes.When I got home, Patrick was sitting on the grass, digging with a soup spoon. "Urms," he said."Right, worms," I resp...onded to my budding invertebrate zoologist."Go fish with gra'pa?" Not today." Ah, a sportsman! "Want to come in and clean up?" Sure." He got up and toddled/lurched into the house. I picked up the spoon and followed."What was he doing?" asked Weena. "He's filthy." Digging for worms with the spoon so he could go fishing with Rob." Ah. I suppose that. Turn around for me now,” I instructed and she did it promptly, maybe seeing it as a chance to keep her underwear on for a little longer. I grinned, “Now bend until you can put both your hands on the couch.”Alissa looked back, over her shoulders, terrified. I just gestured with my finger, “Go on.”She sobbed loudly, and obeyed. Suddenly her heart-shaped little butt was openly there for me to see. Her skinny and long legs trembled so visibly, so beautifully.“Now slide off your panties,” I. From the back of the closet he grabbed her sexy Tinkerbell costume. There wasn’t a whole lot of it. A very small green dress with a diamond cut on the bottom that came down just past Margaret’s fine ass and just enough to cover her pussy. The only other defense between her and the short dress was the pair of green sheer tights. A green peaked cap and green spats for her shoes completely the outfit. She looked in the mirror and wondered if it was too sexy. Well, she thought, too late now. The. The kettle on the primus was boiling like mad, no wonder really!It wasn’t long before she fell forward, her nipples rubbing on my chest and then her body tensed as she began to shake, no longer lifting her hips from me. I instead pushed myself up into her and with powerful thrusts brought her to a climax. The shaking of her body intensified as an orgasm hit her. Her head looking to the ceiling as this time she didn’t scream but moaned from deep within.I reached my peak, my fluids shot inside.