As he turned around to show her she told him to take them off altogether. “Strip,” she had told him. He didn’t argue or hesitate. His trousers...and shorts were quickly off. She made him bend over while she slowly ran her hand over his bottom. He fingers also brushed against his testicles. “Hmmm,” she told him, “they will quickly heal. Better leave your pants off for a while.” He knew the marks had gone down since the day before. When she had freed him from the table he went upstairs and. Don't get me wrong, I love amouthful of manseed, but I didn't go to all the trouble of making myhole into penis paradise for a pathetic two minutes of frantic humpingor worse yet no use at all. I guess I'm just hopelessly romanticthinking that one day my prince will cum and cum and cum.Foundation. Powder. Eye shadow. Liner. Blush. Powder. Lipstick. Smoochin the mirror. How do I look, honey? Thongs, black for tonight, feel sosexy slipping over my hips and up my smooth crack. Reaching down. "Hmmm...I guess you really are a sex fantasy writer." She said, seemingly impressed, "Well, follow me."She handed me back the paper and I put it in my pocket. She then took me by the hand and led me across the bridge. We came to an entrance to the castle, which bore a striking resemblance to a certain part of the female anatomy. We walked through hand in hand into the giant chocolate castle.As we got inside I was amazed to see the same girl that was in the bar petting her kitty. Again I could. "A truly interesting evening, my son," said the Baroness putting her arm around the boy's shoulder. "You have certainly acquired you father's taste for entertaining." Yes, a most enjoyable evening!" agreed the Baron."Then join me tomorrow," invited the boy."Oh, something special?" Yes. Tomorrow will see the successful mating of those two." I wouldn't miss it for the world," smiled the Baron."Nor I," agreed the Baroness.The boy opened the laboratory door and looked down at the two figures in the.