?As Libby hurried back into the bedroom, old memories came back...Mama's rage when Libby spilled soup, going over the knee, panties ripped down.Then t...he French Ivory hairbrush falling again and again...Little Libby crying in the corner, with her panties around her Reeboks!?Libby came into the bedroom, and tossed the hairbrush to Pepper, who caught it neatly and began examining it.?Libby rolled her eyes. "Look Pepper, forget all this. I was just goofing on ya, you know? Let's go to The Newport. I wiggled the finger around, and it felt good. Next, I lay on my back with my head on my pillows. I spread my legs as far as they would go and I began to finger myself. I mimicked what I had seen girls do in pornography; I used two fingers to imitate a cock and started pumping them in and out. Immediately, the nice tingling feeling in my crotch began to expand. I looked at my hand as I fingered myself; when I pulled my fingers out, they were covered in the goo from my pussy, shiny and glossy.. "Tis the limb that delivers that sap that I desire."Pinocchio stared in horror as the crone's body was revealed to him. Her skin hung in gray wrinkles. Her breasts were mere flaps of loose skin, with dark tips at their hanging bottoms, where they waved in the slight breeze at her waist. Between her legs was a thatch of gray hair, streaked with white. Her knees were knobby and swollen with arthritis. She gave him a gap-toothed smile that, had his skin been a bit softer, would have made it. So gentle was my lover, so tender in his passion.He stroked my skin, making me sing in my eagerness. Taking my hand, he placed it on him, growling as I explored. His heat burned like fire, pulsating as I wrapped my fingers about his flesh. He was so dark, a startling contrast to the paleness of my own skin.His hands spanned my waist, lifting me over his body as he encouraged me to open myself to him. The whippoorwill called as he breached my innocence, possessing me, making my body, my heart,.