One day, when the King returned to the castle from his adventures, the Queen welcomed him with a tiny baby in her arms. The baby was gorgeous, with sk...in as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony. What a pleasant surprise it was for the King, who hadn’t been home for two years. “My King, I’m so glad to see you back home,” the Queen told him. “Look at our beautiful baby. I just delivered her a month ago.” The King looked at the baby, and saw that she was very beautiful.. But can hardly see. I saw dark image of Pooja taking bath with her white panties. I was so excited that I started rubbing my penis. I wanted to mastuburate in Pooja’s mouth in my imagination. I cried from out side “did jaldi nekalo na mujhe bhi nahana hai”, she told that she want to wash some clothes. I insisted that I have to take a bath and it’s getting late. So she came out. She was looking amazing. She was wet from up and down her hair was on her face her pink lips was wet with dew of. .. as good as it had felt when that damn pirate squeezed them. She wondered what Darlene and Dick were doing, if they were just looking shit up on the computer or doing something a little more entertaining. She hoped so.Don seemed happy with her boobs. He finally slid his hands beneath her shirt and the feeling of his bare skin against hers electrified her. His hands felt hot on her. He squeezed her bare nipples and she squirmed with pleasure. He finally began fumbling behind her and got her. Theresa was an excellent loving wife, a great mother, and a terrific sister. She was a very warm and loving grandmother, and a wonderful friend to many of us. She was all of this, and so many other positive things.I worry now, having read again the different ways I've portrayed her in some of my stories, that I wasn't fair to who she really was when describing her to my readers. I am uncomfortable, having only told a very few parts of her whole life story. I'm worried now that my readers might.