”Sarah shook the hand gently. “Chrissie? Is that short for something?”Chrissie’s mother intervened hastily. “Er just Chrissie Miss.” She c...ught Sarah’s eye and flashed a warning. “It’s really Christian but he doesn’t like to be called that.” The little boy seemed to cringe as his mother forwarded this information and for a horrible moment Sarah thought he was going to burst into tears. There was something odd and something very wrong with this little boy. It was difficult to put your finger on. I was introduced to Rose a petite strawberry blonde; Melanie a tall, athletic blonde; and Tiffany a black girl with a terrific looking ass. Noticing me admiring her booty, Tiffany asked if I wanted to experience some dark meat. “To eat or to fuck?” I answered. “Both” she said as she sat down on my face, rubbing her black bush all over my nose and lips. Melanie wasted no time in burying my cock in her mouth, slurping up and down on it like she hadn’t eaten in a week. Peeking out from under. What a thrilling feeling it was to have my whole body quiver in pleasure as the stuff rose up from my groin and spurted all over my hand and even up to my chin sometimes. One night I was busy playing with myself and looking forward to that "one, singular sensation" when I heard an unusual sound coming from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like moaning or groaning, and I thought maybe my mother was sick or something.I stole out of my bed, not thinking about the fact that my little dong was. I rest my case. And as far as typos go, well, my agency and othercompanies hire English majors to correct errors because, you see, theyneed the jobs, they're good with the language but gee-whiz, they justcan't manage to write a real story. Why is that? Simple, because theycan't! All "real" writers well know of this curse: writing picks you,you don't pick it, and, it's a lifelong sentence.But, do not despair! I am continuing on!The Madge and Timmy series is my favorite too! That will.