“See my flare-out, Mommy!” she screeched.“Oh, my! Someone has raided the costume shop,” I laughed. “Bruce, you are a genius.”“Well, we m...ght not get her out of it to go to bed,” he said, “but look at our little princess.”“You’re such a good daddy!” I kissed him soundly.“Mommy! You’ll make him a frog!” Emily squealed.“I am not the wicked witch, little girl. I’m the kindly fairy godmother.”From that point on, it was almost impossible for any of us to sleep at night. Bruce had three weeks off. She drenched me in lovely pussy juice and I was horny again. She was busy sucking my hard cock when I asked her what we should give Karthik for his 18th birthday present. His birthday would be in 3 days time and I wanted to give him something special. She sucked me till I came in her soft mouth. You remember that dancers your friends arranged for your bachelor party? Why not get her round and give your brother a private lap dance? We kept a flat in the business district and she suggested we. In all the confusion, I took Julie aside and flipped her for who cooked the next day, Thanksgiving. I won, so I cooked! I found the jellied cranberry concoction I was looking for. I prepped a batch of biscuit dough and prepared a few dried apple and flour puddings with brown sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. I made a butter-rum sauce and set it aside in the refrigerator. I counted noses. We'd pull the two tables together and use the linen tablecloths that I'd bought for the conservators. I never did. Oh Sir, that feels so good.” He applied a similar amount to her right arse cheek and began to slowly circle his hand around her lovely red raw little bottom, soothing it and fondling it it one movement. His fingers occasionally slipped down between her legs, massaging his salve covered fingers into her swollen labia and vulva, her tortured clitoris. “ It soothes there too,” she said in wonder. “ Yes baby. It's made especially for the sore bottoms and pummelled quims of naughty little girls like.