Her mouth drops open helplessly. Miss Rose slowly pushes her pussy-soaked panties into Ashley’s mouth. Her Mistress’ cunt is all she can taste, as... the soft material bundles up around her tongue. The slave-girl drools onto her fingers and slides them up into herself. She giggles with with pleasure as she watches Miss Rose pick up a ball gag from her table. Miss Rose firmly places the rubber ball in Ashley’s mouth, pressing the panties further in. Ashley feels a moment of panic as she tries to. .with them...with them I've always been a gentleman but...it's not all the time...but...around Christmas they really go...they really show..." and he'd fallen asleep.The next morning he'd stared at me across his bowl of cereal at the cafeteria table and said "I'm serious man, you should come home for Christmas with me, my parents would love to meet you..." with no further mention of the neighbor girls, but the promise still there lingering. I agreed."So..." this was the first time I was. “You… sound like Harry Weston,” Mike said cautiously. “But there’s only one way you could actually be the Harry Weston.”The man chuckled. “Welp, the only way I could be Harry Weston… is to be sweeeeeeet,” he said bleating like a sheep on the last word.As Mike’s face turned to one of joy and exuberance, he exclaimed, “Oh my GOD! Granddaddy! It is you! It’s really you!” He instantly found himself wrapped up in one of Harry’s signature bear hugs.“Boy, I tell you what, you’re somethin’ else,”. She gave me the first real smile I'd seen today. She has a warm and innocent, but very sexy, smile. She needed to do it more frequently."Okay, what are you thinking?" Laurie said, eyeing me suspiciously.I grinned."Tell me." Just an old joke. Nursing reminded me of it." I need a good laugh. Good lord, Jack, we know each other well enough to tell dirty jokes."I told her the old one about why mother's milk is better to take on picnics. Stays fresh. Better for you. Comes in such a cute container..