Her cleanly shaved pussy directed my attention to her pink full lips. She was a vision of youthful beauty and I was reacting as any male would with an... erection that had the first drops of pre-cum oozing from its tip. I pushed the sheet back and allowed Monica to climb into bed, as she told me, "Now I have homework for you."We automatically moved into a '69' position and we started our mutual oral machinations. I used my fingers as well as my mouth to fully stimulate Monica as she pumped my cock. Big Ralphie’s father hated her and had nothing good to say about any of the kids, except for little Ralphie, maybe because they shared the same name, and maybe, because he saw something in Little Ralphie that he saw in himself. He was small like his grandfather and was shrewd like him, too. ‘He’s a no good son of a bitch,’ she said again taking a long drag of her cigarette and exhaling a cloud of blue haze that hung round her head like a rain cloud filled with thunder. The phrase, he’s a no. Kiss him or something." You mean a hard up one," said Cindy, grinning."Cindy!" warned her father."OK, OK," she said, turning around, and walking backwards. "How come you don't have a girl friend, Daddy?" she asked. "I go on dates all the time, and you never do."Her mention of dates brought back the image of her boyfriend - ex boyfriend, thank goodness - trying to get between her legs. Dave pushed that image out of his mind by remembering the last woman he'd dated. Her name had been Helen,. Charles lied to his mother and nodded. Reginald had not had THATconversation with his son because he fully expected that his son wouldfind out all about the birds and the bees from the upper-classmen atHarrow, just as Reginald had and his father before him. Charles knewenough about THAT to know that his fascination with women's apparel wasnot sexual."I do too. That is I like the feel and I like the smell," Charlesadmitted."You mean this smell." Wendy pointed her ornate perfume bottle at.