Well-off financially, too.“Hello then. My name is Linda. Do I have a large pimple on the end of my nose or something?”Jessie snorted as she though..., Freshman Flirting, 101.“My name is George, George Waters from the UK. And no, you don’t have any blemishes at all. You’re perfect. Oh my. I’m being a bit cheeky, aren’t I?”Linda had no idea what cheeky meant, but decided it wasn’t horrible. Must be some kind of British slang thing, and as long as cheeky didn’t involve any of that back door stuff it. I nodded and sat down and made myself a plate. Hayden stood by me. My Dad and brother were staring at her boobs. You could see the nipple clamps through the white t-shirt she had on. It was the same one she wore to school the day before.My mom cleared her throat a few times and then suggested Hayden sit down.Hayden looked at me expecting direction again and I pointed to an empty chair at our dining table. We had a dining room and a kitchen table. The dining room was for company and had more. That equally odd hint of vindictiveness we both clearly heard in hervoice wasn't anything like the Katy we had always known in the leastlittle bit. Even her large Irish Wolfhound, once more standing in thehallway, was staring at her curiously."Don't you start looking at me like that with those big, sad browneyes of yours," she suddenly snapped at the dog. "I'll have you knowthat I've already found our girls other, and I believe superior, rolesto play." You have?" asked Becky, suddenly sounding. When I was done I put the brush away and went to pull the dark blankets over the windows. I slipped into bed with a sigh and relaxed. It was early afternoon when I woke and Sapphire was snuggled against me.I looked at her and turned to caress her softly. She sighed and began to moan as I turned her onto her back. I caressed her firm breasts before feeling her mound. I pushed the covers back and slipped down in bed. I moved between her legs as I pushed them open. I licked her fuzzy pussy and.