Fickle creatures that boys are.I've done a few of them tarts good and proper. OK...OK, done one. And he got scared and ran away when I treated him a b...t rough in bed. Well, outside the bed too sometimes. Shame. He was quite the hottie. Blonde, had a nice body, no fat anywhere except some in his very destroyable arse. And really, really smooth skin. I like smooth skin. He was a couple years older, and about an inch shorter. It felt so good to treat him like a mere boy. It wasn't like I just got. Hot that was not readily apparent. I grabbed her panties, which matched the garter in fabric and colour, and quickly pulled them down before she could protest. Some sweet clear-white sticky fluid had already gathered in them and glistened as I pulled them down around her ankles.I parted her soft, nicely shaped buttocks with both hands to get a good first look at her holes. She took good care of herself, despite her apparent lack of sexual encounters. Her brunette pubic hair was neatly trimmed. ”“I shall leave you. Give me a kiss goodbye,” she said.“What have I done that you are leaving me?”“You have put me in charge of a massive household, and you have mussed my hair. I must speak to Cook, and Dorcas must do my hair again so that it will be fit for dinner.” She rose, he rose after her, and he kissed her.She sent a maid to tell Cook to meet her in her office. There, she described the breakfasts to be served when only she and Lord George were in residence. Then she went to her dressing. My rage from this had picked and was now turning into something else. I wasn't going to let him win.I swayed my hips, looking at my selection in the mirror. It was a bit more revealing than what I was used to. I turned my back to the mirror and looked over my shoulder to see my ass in them. This caused dad to clear his throat. I don't think he was really ready to see his daughter like this. But I noticed his reaction. He couldn't hide it anymore than I could. He had sat the phone down on the.