"And she remembers fondly having her young breasts played with," she added. "As we all do." "Oh," was about all I managed.I may well have blushed. I ...turned to see the Contessa smile ruefully at me. I took her hands in mine and kissed her passionately. Her lips were so soft, and her tongue so warm as she probed my mouth. Our tongues danced in the shadow of the rain of inter-planetary vessels, and I don't believe I had ever been happier. The world around me disappeared to be replaced by the most. Class of the day and from experience it was the hard core class where running until you puked was normal. She always looks sexy running and fuckable whenever I drove by. One day I decided that I would go to class late just so I could watch her run around the track. She wore mini cloth shorts that had the school’s logo on the side, and had the mandatory school P.E. shirt, a loosely fitting grey mess that had some stupid saying on it. They got a new one each year. Even thought the shirt was. Don't stop. I fucking love it!" She must have been as horny as I was, because she was writhing on the bed, moaning, shoving her hips against my face, her orgasm approaching like a runaway freight train. Her fingers dug into my skull as she wiped her weeping cunt against my face. "Mmmm! Ohhhh! Fuuuuuccckkk! Cummmmmiinnnggg! DADDEEE!"She practically threw me off her, straddling my hips and lowering herself down on my erection. The velvet feel of her still clutching cunt on my cock was like. .. I would love... a Gameboy!" "Just how old are you, Timmy?" she asked, a bit incredulous now. She was almost giving it way here! "I'm eighteen." Tingaling couldn't believe her elfin ears. "Eighteen? And pissing about with toys? What kind of boy are you? I stand here, half naked, gagging for some Christmas fun, and all you want are toys?" Timmy went red. "I'm.... err... well, I've not had much practice with girls." Tingaling stood, hands on hips, chest thrust forward, eyes blazing. "And.