You will learn why. My avatar was escorted to the salon. As always by gorgeous creatures who serve Mistress Tara. Today, I had Zac. He stood over ...6 feet 5 inches, blue in complexion, chiseled good looks, and body that looked perfectly sculpted. Funny all that body and he had a small jimmy! Zac took me to the salon and this time had me beautified. My avatar looked like a mystical fire red fairy. “Follow me,” he said . “I must prepare you for him.” Zac took me to a gathering of bushes.. Mr. Simpson was a longtime fan of the Double-A baseball club known as the Birmingham Barons. He knew the players, and they knew him. Years earlier, when the boy had been only three and four years old, Walter Simpson and his wife had cared for him in their home, while the boy's mother worked as a waitress. It was a commercial child-care arrangement that, over time, had become much more. The old man and his wife still thought of the boy as their grandson.Mr. Simpson beckoned the Barons' starting. She was now wearing nothing but a shirt and a loose mini skirt. Even the lightest breeze would be enough to lift it up and show her ass to whoever would be looking. She raised her skirt a little and took a good look at her soft, innie pussy she always kept shaved. One of those guys will get to see it for real today, she thought.Lily left her apartment on another warm, sunny afternoon. As she walked outside she could feel the air passing by her thighs. The mere thought that her pussy was just. It seemedthat there was no room in the house for hard feelings or jealousy orbitter feuds. After dinner, there were bungled attempts at Christmascarols, but one or two of them made lovely solo efforts that were greetedwith applause.Singly or in pairs, the relations made their farewells and holidaywishes, until there was only the immediate family. Her sister, Alison,helped Marcy wrap her presents. There was a flickering moment, when Marcyseemed to remember something... a car accident...? No that.