Hey "Ninney", your boss is here."Ninney?" Family nickname. When she was first born, that was how her brother, Dave, pronounced her name. As she got ol...er, her own actions proved to us that the name might be appropriate."Just then, Nancy came scurrying out of the kitchen. I was still trying to get adjusted to the uncanny resemblance Merle had to his brother, and trying not to think about what I'd face if I ever accidentally referred to Nancy as "Ninney"."Ralph, why are you here?" I needed to. “Wow! What did somebody do to get you that mad?”“I’m not permitted to discuss it,” Béla said. “I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”“Well, Sis,” Elaine said, shrugging her shoulders, “all I knew was that you had killed some baron or something and turned yourself in. I didn’t even know you could kill someone just by thinking about it. That’s really scary.”“I know,” Béla responded sadly. “That’s why I turned myself in. It mustn’t ever be permitted. It’s too dangerous. Even worse than playing God.. As I looked up, the black haired beauty was staring at me, grinning. She then spun around, basket in hand, and disappeared around a corner. I continued shopping, distracted by thoughts of this angelic vision. I selected apricot jelly, wishing I could smear it all over her belly, and the joy I’d have licking her clean. That led to considering licking down her tummy, and that called for liquid honey- to pour , of course, on her pussy, which I imagined as hairless, virginal, girlish. I was lost in. My efforts ceased, giving her time to catch her breath and adjust to a new pain tolerance. I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back against my chest. She squirmed and moaned, but relaxed her wounded back against me. The bulge in my pants pressed against her ass, and I whispered into her ear. “Do you feel me?” She nodded. “You'd love that hard cock in your pussy right now, wouldn't you?” A deep moan left her as she writhed in my arms. “Oh yes, you would. You're a slut,.