"I didn't mean it like that. I meant you don't need to let your…" he waves his upturned hand in my direction and the sentence seems to die in his th...oat."Mature status?" I offer, my earlier panic easing with each moment in his company.He gives a toothy grin. "Mature status put you off having fun."Tucking the stray locks of hair back behind my ear, I reflect a moment. "The fun would be sucked from the room if I turned up. The music would stop. Everyone would stare at the crazy woman with the. "Tell me he's just funning me. Nobody never goes into the deep woods." Oh, we're going all right." Bartan's laugh had been deep and infectious. "And we're coming back. Coming back with gold, and jewels, and all kinds of magical things. Give me a kiss, and I'll bring you a ruby to hang from your ear, or a gold and silver bird that sings when you tell it to."She'd slipped away from his grasp, her automatic smile troubled. "You bring yourself back. Then I'll give you a kiss, and it won't cost you. "I'll be out in a sec" You walk to the fridge and grab a beer, resting on the couch as you sip it, trying to let the stress of the day at work melt away. Your look around the apartment and notice how clean everything is for once, Kay's doing no doubt. "Im lucky to have found her" you mutter to yourself in between sips.Kay isn't anything particularly special, 5'5 with brown hair and greenish brown eyes, a flattish ass and maybe c cup breasts though she does her try and persuade you they're. The final picture posted that day was the come shot. She was on her knees, face looking directly at the camera--completely plastered in their sticky white goo. There was so much of it that it was impossible to make out her features, impossible to actually recognise her.That had to have been all three of them, and they had to have come twice over (at least) to produce that much.Go on! the comments read. And: Pound her good; Smash that slut; Hubby must be so proud--if only he knew!At home, our.