There was a look of immense satisfaction on their young faces as they chewed the bread. Shortly, August said, “We love butter, Master.”“Don’t ...eglect the stew. It is quite good,” Jason reminded them.“We may have the stew, also?” April asked, again in wonder.“Yes, of course,” Jason told them. “That is why there are three bowls here.” Both girls gasped in wonder.“We thought the bread was our meal, Master,” August said.“I brought a bowl of stew for each of us,” Jason told them, “the bread was for. I'm going home and I'm going to wait for George to come back to me no matter how long it takes." You can't do this to me baby. All night long you have been rubbing my cock and promising that you were going to fuck my brains out. I'm as hard as an iron bar" and he had taken her hand and placed it on his cock and she had rubbed it once before jerking her hand away."I'm sorry Mel, but I can't help you. All the signs say I have to be with George and I promised him that I was going to go straight. She was the stereotypical bubble headed blonde, big breasts, blue eyes, cornsilk hair and not an original thought in her head. But what she made up for spades was her undying compassion and her talent for making feel better. She was a housewife but volunteered all around town, with the church, the soccer team, the PTA, town event planning, at the seniors center, food drives, bake sales, ad she even was part of the local community theatre. Call her stupid all you want, but everyone adored her. She lifted a breast up and the hard acorn nipple poked just at her mouth. She licked out and let her tongue touch it. This made her sex burn and her body begged to be touched down there. She lowered her hands and slowly opened her panties to look down inside. She had to thrust out her hips and peer over the swell of her large breasts to see the cream already sticky and clinging to the cotton. Looking back at herself they both slipped down the wet panties and then stood naked before each other..