I figured he'd want to sleep on the couch, but he said it was too small and uncomfortable, and asked if I would allow him to sleep in my bed.What 40 y...ar old would argue with a hot 18, 5'9" skinny boy who wanted to sleep in his bed. As I got ready for bed, I stripped to my boxers, and was shocked when he stripped to nothing. I had seen him without his shirt, and was ready to sleep with a boxer clad lad, but a naked lad was even better. I stripped off my boxers just so he wasn't self-conscience. He was factory supervisor in large part because his voice carried to even the most remote corners of Santa's toy factory, "I don't need a 'blow-by-blow' account of her doings! I just need to get these adult toys tested, and that's her job!"The whole factory cracked up at Raffle's unintentional pun, leaving him scratching his beard in confusion. Then a tiny voice spoke up."I'll do it!" three foot two inch Tinky shouted from the children's toy testing area, "I'm good at testing toys!" These are. Raising himself with his arms, he asked George, “Don’tyou just love to see the little woman being fuckedright?” Then with a final grunt, he drove once more into herand tensed all over as he shot his load, filling whatlittle room was left inside her with his own juices.Judy couldn’t bear to look at her husband but reachedfor her assailant and pulled him down on top of heronce again. She hugged him and kissed his neck while mumbling “Ohbaby, baby, baby.” He had. Err... cunt, rewarding me. “It is also called your twat.”I nodded, liking the sound of it. “I’m a Twat, a pretty little Twat!” I proclaimed, earning her nod of approval.“By another name, it is your pussy,” she explained. I giggled in response, noting the similarity due to my very thin patch of pubic hairs. I nodded and Kara pressed on with the listing of other names -- fuck slot, beaver (to which I laughed again), flesh pot, honey hole, and clam. It is your gash, your snatch, and your.