He went to my right breast and did the same thing, taking it into his mouth and teasing me. It made me soo wet. I felt him tug on my underwear and dec...ded it was time. I watched him lick his lips as he pulled down the wet things. I knew tonight was going to be the night so I shaved this morning. He smiled and looked up at me for approval. I nodded and he pulled my legs over his shoulders, burying his face into my pussy. I giggled as I felt his tongue slide across my clit. He started to push his. Pa was fighting the wagon but it tilted. Ma and Pa both were thrown from the wagon and the wagon landed on top of them about fifty feet down. Sean was tossed against the side of the wagon and there was a burst of light and he went out. His baby sister was still in his arms when he awoke. He crawled out. It was daylight but he could tell it was morning. He looked around and tried to climb back up to the trail. He couldn't... he bet no one from the train had made their way down to see if anybody. A more perfect form could scarce be imagined, no wonder that her parents were prudes. She had a pussy tuft trimmed to a point and a discreetly pierced navel. Without looking at Ulrich, I could tell that he too was admiring the view but enough; I was here to draw. Needless to say, my pencils, brushes and paper loved Loretta. I completed another drawing with her hair draped over the chair and the elegant lines of her back, butt and legs forming an harmonious ensemble of forms. The artist was. And with the TV blaring?" Hey, you with the red hair!" A voice suddenly said."Huh?" Washu started. Turning around."I don't know why you are here, but maybe you can help me out?!" Washu took a moment to visibly blush, realizing it was a character on TV. A kind of animated anthropomorphised butterfly, with a shock of equally impossible red hair."Boy, I wish I still had all my legs!" The butterfly which Washu seemed to recall was named Beatrice, (LIKE SHE CARED!) was sighing."Then I could learn.