What do you think Jamilar?" Jen asked."I wouldn't want the dog to go thirsty," Jamilar said getting up fromthe edge af the bed. She snorted up a thic... wad of spittle and let itdrop into the bowl. It looked quite revolting as I knelt before thebowl.Princess Jen got up and proceeded to take her turn adding to the spitsoup. She spit and it landed on the floor in front of the bowl."Clean that up!" she ordered.With my hands behind my back and my pants around my ankles, I had toclumsily fall to. ”“Moon.”Cheri shook her head as if a fly was buzzing around her (there were no flies in the café today) and then looked at Jim expectantly, waiting for his order.“I’ll have the b-l-t on wheat, please, with mayo on the side.”“Coming right up,” Cheri said cheerfully as she turned toward the kitchen where she would get Jim’s order started.He watched her walk across the room admiring the way her ass moved under the tight fabric of her uniform skirt. Yes, she was a real prize and he couldn’t wait to. Edna? She was clearly fretting over the situation, but I told her not to worry, that everything was going to work out just fine. ‘Fred, you just don’t know . . . ‘ ‘What, that they’ve already made love?’ ‘He told you that?’ ‘No, you did.’ ‘I most certainly did not!’ ‘Sure you did, just not in so many words. I already knew that Jennifer must’ve been interested in a boy, from the way she had her hair fixed up last weekend, but I didn’t say anything, I figgered that was her mother’s place to ask,. Stiff . . and rough and brush it across your nipples . . watching your reaction…I might even take one nipple and caress it between my fingers while nibbling the other with my teeth….’ ‘Please!’ typed Jeanette one handed, her other hand rubbing her warm pussy lips. ‘Then at just the right moment I would stop . . . and you would be tickle tortured . . . . then after I have you in tears I would slide my hand down and gently cup your mound for a moment . . . ‘ ‘Mmmmm,’ typed Jeanette her fingers.