"Laura moaned."And doesn't my pretty pet want to make her Mistress happy?" Monique said, as she tugged on Laura's little nubbin."Mmmmm... yes" Laura's...thoughts of embarrassment disappeared, all her concentration was now required to remain standing, while Monique's fingers worked their magic on her pussy.Monique withdrew her slick ebony fingers from Laura's sex and placed them in front of the blonde's mouth again. Laura inhaled her musky fragrance and then licked the juices with her tongue. Besides showing her beaver much more than accident could account for, Susan sported a new tattoo of a rose on her left labia. After the tattoo healed, she boldly showed it to us by hiking her skirt and parting her legs. Mom and I were flabbergasted to say the least. It was not so much the tattoo as the way she displayed the tattoo: sitting back in her chair with her legs as wide open as they'd go. In addition, she'd taken to shaving her pussy--all of it! All we could manage was open-mouthed. Previouslyhis sisters had forced him into girly clothes but after a time hedecided he liked pretending to be a girl and being able to wear suchpretty clothes.Yes, he remembered well all the teasing, dress and hair pulling as hisfriends were bound and determined to find out just how far he had gonein letting his sisters dress him like a little girl. They had actuallyheld him and pulled his panties down right out in his front yard, asthey wanted to make sure he really wasn't a real girl. Oh yes. "Occasionally," the warm woman said. "We must be careful. She goes out looking as awful as I can make her, but she's so damn pretty."I going hunting, starting tomorrow. Maybe if we take a few scalps, it will discourage these raiding parties." I hope you're right. If this war lasts much longer, there wont be a farm house or barn left in this part of New Jersey." She rubbed me between the legs with her knee in a highly familiar manner. "You about ready?" she asked.In the morning, after we did a.