"Silence in Court!" the Clerk shouted but he might as well not have bothered for all the good it did."Mr Weasley, are you ready to proceed." the Judge... asked."Indeed sir," he agreed, "Mr Allthwaite," he says, "Would you say you are of sound mind?" No," I says."Oh!" he says and looks round helplessly, "Are you claiming you are not guilty by way of insanity?" Look," I says, "Only them what's round the twist thinks their sane, sane people knows their a bit mad, and that's me." Convoluted logic Mr. Yes, I need to be eaten. I'm so horny. I finger myself longer this time.A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and sc**** along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more yogurt over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered in the reddish paste. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm yogurt leaving a little more. I would never force her to leave. And, she would serve me.The Early YearsMarch 1, 1967 North Dallas, TexasMy “best friend” Timmy and I were playing catch with a ball. As always my sister, Cindy, was nearby watching. The three of us were seven years old and most of the other kids only played with their own gender. The accepted opinion was that cross-gender interaction would likely cause a pandemic spread of cooties. So, to other children, Cindy hanging out with me was a little unusual.Therefore,. ’ I growl, ‘No Daddy right now girl.’ But I withdraw a little, and slide back in gently. You hook your leg around me and I’m having you. Sure deep deliberate strokes. It seems endless. I go on and on as I ravage your neck, your shoulders and chest with my lips, my tongue, my teeth. You are moaning loudly now. You need that release. You are begging me for it. ‘Please, Let me come. Please.’ I am ready. You’ve been ready. ‘Come. Come now!’ I order you. ‘Ohhh!’ It starts slowly, then builds.