Mum had dressed in a flowery summer type of frock and was also wearing her best boots. She had brushed her hair into a ponytail and with her sparkling... eyes and wide, white smile she looked like every cowboys fantasy girl. I complimented her on her appearance and mentioned my worries about dancing to her."Don't worry about it," she reassured me, "You will be fine. It was great dancing with you after our last date and, anyway, there probably wont be anyone there that we know, so what difference. ‘I wonder when this will end,’ she thought to herself. ‘Or if I will eventually be driven completely mad!’“Take the prisoner to The Winged Pig!” Declared one of the knights, this one wearing pristine white armor.“Take her to the brig for questioning!” Cried another knight, this one in polished black armor.“But first, let us take her,” crowed the bishop over whose shoulder she had been slung.“Hurrah!” Came the rousing reply in response, drowning out Alice’s less rousing cry of dismay.“Oh, dear,”. I was soon buried inside Erin’s dripping wet teenage gash, taking her bent over the table in the dining room. My hands played with her wonderful buns and I sniffed as well as stroked her hair more than once as I plowed my sweet, sexy cousin. My cock drove deeper with every stroke, every thrust causing her hips to move back at me as she welcomed my prick inside her drenched, but tight pussy. At fourteen, she had flourished in Aunt Molly’s house (technically Uncle Curtis’s, but they really did. “I’m really sorry about, err, you know, changing your clothes, but you were covered in puke and beer.” She blushed, not wanting to admit that it sent a thrill through her body knowing her had seen her practically naked. She was suddenly glad she had worn her matching red and black lace thong and bra set. “It’s okay, I would rather have you do that than let me sleep like that…Look, about the whole, finding me drunk thing, I don’t normally do that. I’m really sorry, please don’t tell.” Mr. Todd.