My breath inhaling sends chills and my hand directs your head to an exposed nape that I might sink my teeth into. You always loved ownership and your ...gooseflesh makes you shudder in exquisite taken pain. You feel your scalp go taut and you're raised up to your tiptoes, your cunt rested atop a nouveau banister cap. The Queen may have been a prude in her latter years but it certainly made for a wealth of pent up art around her. This cherrywood phallus couldn't have been more perfect for impaling. The rush of memories of my small penis and smooth skinwere rekindled. I vowed never to let the hair grow back. As the intensity of the urges increased, I began to venture outside naked,bringing a pair of gym shorts with me. Of course this escalated. My parentswould be trying to sleep it off in their bedroom, and I would sneak out ofthe house, three or so in the morning, shorts in hand and go for late nightstrolls through the neighborhood. I would dive into the bushes and behind parkedcars. Going to be....home late as you promised?" Are you okay, babe? You sound kind of winded. How was your day?"She still sounded like she was running a marathon. "Good...good. I am doing great. Uh, uh...I went out to the mall and made a new friend. I bought a little surprise for you, honey...”“Are you sure you are okay? What are you doing?" I was getting concerned.Uh, uh… I am perfectly fine. Just give me a minute… Uh, uh, just wait…”I heard her put the phone down and I could now hear what sounded. A few pounds over her college days, but who didn’t carry a little extra? Her medium length blond hair fell down over her shoulders, and her coat bulged nicely. Rasputin indicated he liked curvy girls, so she wasn’t concerned that he night be disappointed with her figure. A few crow’s feet around her eyes and mouth did bother her, but she refreshed her makeup to disguise them. Suddenly, she reached up under her medium skirt and pulled down her panties. They were far, far too damp to go out, and.