"Gotcha!" the wicked queen cried. "I knew that any woman born a boy would fall for the old -- how-thin-can-my-waist-get -- trick! Now I am the most ...beautiful," said the Queen, and drove away noisily, leaving the car's muffler behind. Not long afterwards, in the late evening, the seven trolls came home, but shocked they were when they saw their playmate Snow White lying on the ground; and she neither stirred nor moved, and seemed to be dead drunk, as was her wont on weekdays. But on closer. I started to feel really warm and there was an aching feeling coming from between my legs. When she kissed my pussy, I gasped a little. As her tongue slowly made its way up my slit, I couldnt help but moan. She spread my lips with her fingers and began sucking on my clitoris. I moaned in sheer pleasure as she firmly and methodically began sucking. Ooooohhhhhhhh, I moaned. She began to suck harder. Unnnnnnnngh, I moaned. My hips started bucking up towards her mouth. It felt so amazing. She began. I felt my climax coming, and she must have sensed it too, because she stopped her work, one last flick of her tongue, as I fought to restrain my orgasm. I had to make this last as long as I could! Now she stood, over me but out of reach, smiling, flushed, watching me. I held her gaze, and then let my eyes take in her body, a long, lingering stare, up and down. She took the hint. Gracefully, artfully, she undid her zip and let the dress fall. A sheer black slip followed it to the ground, and she. I watched them as they met up with another man, who was also one of those pictured in my drawings. Now, I was even more elated! They rode up to what looked like an express office, from what I could tell from my limited Spanish, and dismounted. They went in and stayed for about five to ten minutes. Suddenly, I heard gunfire, and the three came running out, two with their guns drawn and Sam carrying a strong box. He hurriedly tied the strongbox to his saddle, and the three rode out of town..