I'd seen her in her underwear so many times, and a few months earlier, she had came in to my room drunk in the middle of the night and asked me to cum... for her. She wanked me off and sucked me dry, but we had never spoke about it since. She was the same age as mum, had a small waist but somehow had D's for tits. Sam was a bigger woman, with massive tits, and once got so drunk she let me suck on them.For as long as I can remember, we've always been open with each other about all things sexual,. "And that means even if Mumsie wants her little Pouffikins to look alittle bit ridiculous for her friends?"His ears twisted further and his agreement would have been shouted outhad his nodding not been pulled even harder into the silk of her blouse."In fact ESPECIALLY when Mumsie wants her lickel knicker boy to beridiculous!"He was screaming his muffled consent, his abject obedience, his totaldevotion, as his ears nearly left the sides of his face. His blouse-cuffed hands tried to intervene but. ’ So here she was, looking thoughtfully into the dark mouth of the ominous caverns. Her mind reeled as she walked deep into their depths. Would she find a dragon? or a buried treasure? The corpses of others who dared this venture maybe? A dim light came into view just past the end of the torch light. She sauntered towards it, a smile on her beautiful, pale face. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of. As I smelled of it I could smell her faint perfume and her perspiration. It drove me right to the edge. I stripped, climbed up on the bar, and chased her to the other end before she turned and started giggling. I picked Cherry up and carried her back to the end of the bar where I always stand and work. As I placed her down on her back her reddish hair spewed out gracefully around her head. Her firm young breasts stood up proudly, unlike my wife’s breasts do now. I placed a cherry in her pussy.