All she had to do was start kissing and grinding me. It was dirty. She was too little, too cute to be that sexy. Then, when she had me, she could say ...es or no or lick my shoe or whatever she wanted and I would do it, and she knew it. She wasn’t evil. We had sex every night. I am generally not a sex every night kind of guy, but with her, I would want her every night. I started making her not where a bra. It was then that she realized her power over all guys. She started dressing sexier. She. He moaned as those six hands stroked, pinched, caressed and slithered over his super sensitive flesh. He could feel his precum being smeared around his fat mushroom cap and it felt incredibly good as it cooled in the breeze. A hand had slid between his tight cheeks and a finger was now testing the defenses of his tight little bumhole. Phil moaned, spread his legs and surrender to a bunch of cock hungry bears that were keen on worshipping at the altar of youth. A warm mouth closed around his. Sure, it was selfish. But isn't a girl entitled to a little selfish desire from time to time? “I honestly didn't expect that.” a small delicately female voice said, shocking me out of my self pity. I should have screamed, but I couldn't find the voice in the darkness. Instead, I jumped up with a start. I pulled up the sheet below me for protection, like a small girl afraid of the dark. My God, had I really been so wrapped up in my own personal pity I didn't notice someone come downstairs? I. My breathing picks up and he smiles and lets go walking toward the bedroom. I shake my head and start to snap the green beans and put them into the pan, filled with water and herbs. Putting that on the stove I turn the stakes before putting fourthed potato's on the stove to boil. Turning on the stove I put cheese crumbles on the stakes and put them in the oven to finish melting. Setting the timer I turned to leave the room. Everything was cooking and would need a few moments to get done. So I.