I was thinking about how i would love to run my hand down his chest, tracing the out line of his muscles, and how his cock would feel in side my tigh...t young pussy. After thinking these thoughts i realised my hand found its way in side my pussy, i couldnt leave it, i stepped out the shower, dried my self off and sat on my bed. no, these…images and thoughts arent right… i said trying to stop my self from thinking them. I went in my draw for some underwear and it was there, my dildo was just. And in the background, doing most of the preparation and deliveries, was Elsa.She was of Dutch extraction, and white-skinned, although not of the typical elongated Dutch type (the women can tower over an average-height British man such as me). Elsa was fat. There is no other way to describe it. She had been born lardy and was introverted because of it. She had long, shiny, brassy hair and eyes that seemed to be operated manually, like in an animated children's TV show of the 1960s. I don't know. "Charles Dandridge! Don't you dare apologize to her. That 'little sore' Mary feels is a badge of honor and any woman would be proud to wear it. So let her have it. She would have told you to stop if it was a real problem. Just take 'No' for an answer if she's too sore to do anything for the next day or so. And be real gentle if she tries to convince you she's OK."Jack said, "You think you're sore now. Wait till you get tailpiped."Mary got a confused look on her face, then realized what Jack. It was nothing." It's Leland's baby?" he asked, looking at her flat stomach.She nodded and thought a moment, then took both his hands:"I like you," she said. "We grew up together and had our little romantic fling. But I've been reading and we girls discuss it. Humans aren't supposed to live like we usually do. There's supposed to be one man per woman, and they're supposed to get to sleep together every night and raise their children together as a little family, all living in one place without.