"You just stare. You're so small, so inferior, as she looks you over.The blonde takes three bold steps toward you and takes your face in her hands."Is...she housebroken?" she asks.You hear Erin answer from across the room, but the blonde forces you to look straight into her piercing blue eyes."She's a baby," Erin answers. "What do you expect?"The blonde lowers her hands to your neck, then to your shoulders, probing and kneading your flesh through your clothes. Her look is one of sober appraisal,. “Language, Steve-O!” Mom huffed.I sighed.“Where’s the hole in this red rubber ball? How do you wear it as a clown’s nose?”“Mom, let’s just…”“Ooh, what are these tiny little clamps for?” she asked, picking up the new nipple clamps I’d bought for my gal.“Those are nail clippers, Ma!” Hey, her sight is failing too, she might believe that!Then she saw the Hitachi wand. “Oh, what a nice powerful back massager!” she exclaimed.“That’s to massage the St. Bernards, they have thick hair,” I said, shaking. Dadddddddyyyyyy…… you’re the BEST FUCK EVER!!!!!”She fell forward against the wall as her legs were spasming uncontrollably. When she recovered I offered her my hand and lifting her up I gently put on top of the small table we use for our keys and mail when we come through the front door. She was kneeling like a good Catholic High School girl on the table. Her ass came to rest on the soles of her feet. Ogling both of my daughter’s fuck holes my cock was aching for more of her. Her asshole. I’m sorry I didn’t call before. I wanted to. I hope this doesn’t sound too creepy. But I’ve never been this nervous about talking to a girl before. I’ve had a crush on you for a year now. Does that sound too needy?”She laughed and replied, “It might, if I didn’t already know it. I saw the way you looked at me. I knew you liked me. I wanted to scream at you. I wanted to do something to make you talk to me.”I chuckled and reminded her of the few times I tried. I had gotten so tongue tied I made a.