I'd always liked Nogbad the Bad, myself.Oliver Postgate had the knack of creating childish characters that also appealed to older people; he wrote gen...le stories that often had a moral tale. According to Hamish, he was about to broadcast a new series called 'Bagpuss'; although as none of us had access to a television, it was of only academic interest to us.I looked at my watch. It was nearly nine o'clock already! I had lost track of the passing of time, which was a sure sign that I was enjoying. Eighteen isn't old. Just hold still while I finish your hair ... Now, look at that! And, while I never wished Massa Evans any harm, you're not marrying the heir to Twin Oaks; you're marrying the master of Twin Oaks. You'll be mistress of the finest plantation in the county tomorrow." Belle," Mother spoke sharply from the doorway."Mistress?" You may leave us." Yes, ma'am." And Belle did."Now," Mother said, "a few things. You'll be, as Belle said, mistress of Twin Oaks. But Mrs. Evans will still. . I remembered I had a cherry ChapStick in my pocket, so I took it out and commence to coat the other half of my cock with the Chapstick which made things considerably a lot easier, next thing you know I was balls deep inside Veronica's asshole. I don't know if Veronica had a Clitoris in her asshole or what too, but she started cumming again, dripping her thick frothy pussy cream down her legs and onto the floor where huge a creamy puddle of it had accumulated. With cock, balls deep, I reached. " GOD, NO!!" You should be proud of your fanny. The skin's flawless. It has an almost delicate blend of pink over white. It has sexy hollows above each cheek. The same on the sides above the hipbones, sexy hollows."He dug his hands into her flesh, relishing the warm, silken skin."You've got perfect half circles the long way, perfect, upswept smile-creases across... then the dark concealing slash between the moons." Don't tell me you're a butt freak," she said, half- derogatory, half-fearful..