I apologize for the lapse in stories, readers. I have a few in the works now, and I promise to post them as soon as possible. Please enjoy! I may have...a betrothed, but that does not stop me from wanting freedom . . . There is very little that can compare to the crowds during Carnivale season on Sin Street. Shrouded in a bedazzled mask of scarlet and black, I delicately thread my way through the drunken revelers. My two bodyguards brace the path in front of me, insurances from my betrothed that. "They're really huge! Mm you know i love it when you wear those tight low cut jumpers... it makes me so wet. I want to rub my pussy on your chest. I love your tits so much. Do I have the pleasure of finally sucking on them?" She walks over to be and bends her head down. She takes one of my nipples in her mouth while a free hand massages my other breast. Another hand is still in my stockings fingering me. What have I done to deserve such bliss? I came. Five times. All of It ran down her hand and. We tried a triple kiss to limited success and we all “fell” onto the bed laughing. They both ripped my pants off together and threw them to the side. My cock stood fully erect. I never wear underwear anymore. I don’t know if I have ever been that excited.“Would you mind if we sucked your cock for a little while?” G purred grabbing my throbbing member before she even finished her sentence.All I could do was moan.“MMMM, I think that means he’s OK with it,” G said to Collette.“Yes, I think so,”. Maybe, tomorrow, I can talk with her in school and see if she’ll go out with me on a real date.’ Mary mussed her son’s hair. ‘Maybe there is hope for you,’ she said, happy to see this change in attitude. ‘I hope so,’ Ricky said. ‘I love Dad, but I’m not sure I want to be just like him.’ He stood up. ‘You think Den’s still up?’ he asked. ‘Ah…no, I don’t think he is,’ Mary lied. ‘He…he went to bed some time ago. He…he was tired because we spent a lot of time over at his house, getting things.