It was the first time I had seen a pussy so close and so available, sure I had had a couple of fumbled fucks before now but always in haste and confin...ement. This time I was in no rush and had plenty of room. “Hold your legs in that position” I told her and she held her legs over her head by holding onto the back of her thighs. This was one obedient woman/child. I lowered my head to smell her pussy. It was the first time I had ever had the chance to smell a pussy. As I have previously. "Somethingwrong?," Brenda said. I tried to describe my sick feeling to her, but forsome reason, my voice kept cracking embarrassingly, and the description Irelated to her came out half baritone, and half high-pitched soprano. Brenda peered at me closely through the dim light and smiled..."Right ontime!," she said, clapping her hands happily; "Hang on...It'll be over injust a minute!" "What are you talking about!?," I said through my pain,listening in wonder to a voice that was not mine coming. So we spent the night of the twenty second making cupcakes. We only used one of the boxes of cake mix and ended up with forty eight cupcakes for our troubles. Most of those were taken over to the in-laws house since I don't eat cupcakes on a regular basis. I'm more of a pie man than a cake man. My wife put the rest of the stuff away in a cabinet for use later.The one part of cake, or cupcakes, I do like is the icing. Especially if it's cream cheese icing, which, by the way, this was. My wife. They did not know for how long, but your uncle could afford flight tickets back. Though the house on the old family farm would be cramped, it would be nice to see them again, and get everything working. A tinge of shame filled you. You were not particularly manly, and did not know how to fix things on the farm.You walked past a mirror on your wardrobe, catching a sight of yourself. You are Chad. A slightly tall, light built, blond young man. Lately you have been questioning yourself, what you.