His cum was thin but sweet, and there was at least five or six good spurts that I took into my mouth, tasting that funky-sweet masculine stream as it ...ushed down my tongue and into my open throat. ‘Mm, mm, mm!’ I groaned in a muffled voice with a cock-filled mouth as I took in and swallowed each spurt. My small but hard sissy cock flowed even more precum into my panties as I feasted on his fertile stream. I licked the last drops off his head, then licked my lips to get what was left. He was. ...............................Mid-way up the Camps Elysees, the shop was now open and busy with customers. They strode in and asked to see the corset which was on show in the window. A haughty, middle-aged sales lady surveyed Cathy: "Quelle size? Nick quickly translated. "Douse." She looked at Cathy's figure. "Et les poitrines (breasts)?" Petites (small)."She returned with a plastic-wrapped replica of the corset from the window.They were directed to a corridor leading to the shop's changing. .. almost more horrified by his own inaction than by anything else! His mind whirled with confusion as it slowly accepted the reality of the lascivious image that continued to unfurl on the screen of the video machine. Like a stunned automaton he turned to look at the two stars of the show who were sitting right there in the room with him... his mother and his eighteen-year-old sister's husband!To his ultimate dismay, they were both looking at him... and the shocked expressions on their faces. I made us sandwiches. You made us bowls of ice cream. We repaired back to the living room and sat back in our places. ‘Please play for me,’ you said. Every songwriter loves to play — and I was playing for a dream-audience — a very pretty girl at that. It was after midnight. I pushed the piano chair back a bit and picked up my guitar. I began to play you the lullabies I’d written years ago for a girl I knew when I was your age. Never recorded – seldom performed – and only for close friends and.