It made her think Len was a bit too crude and vulgar for Loretta.With this mind, Mrs. Horner cast her eye around the village for other eligible bachel...rs more suitable for her daughter. It landed on young James McEnro who was in the process of establishing a brand new store in the community. She quickly came to the conclusion that this was the proper man for her daughter.James was a bit of dandy who always wore a suit, starched white shirt and tie. He liked to call himself James T. McEnro. It was Friday, our day. I was eager to feel his mouth on my breasts, his fingers in my ass and then his big cock tearing me open and making me scream in whatever hole he wanted.I heard the car and trotted down the stairs, letting my jugs bobble freely, bouncing up and down, flapping the hem of my raggedy shirt about and exciting my nipples. I waited in the kitchen, barefoot, feeling my vagina quivering, eager to mate, to serve, to be filled. Most Fridays Daddy took a good hour to enjoy me in. Shegrinned mischievously at Cas, and began to float upward as her butterflylike wings fluttered."Hi hi!" the pixie exclaimed as she zipped around Cas, as the confusedelf finally managed to pull herself into a sitting position. "Oh wow!You're super pretty, and I bet really smart. Are you smart? I bet you'resmart, and pretty, and really nice," the pixie said as she zipped about.Cas looked at the pixie with confusion plain on her face. "Who..whothe..." Cas said trying to utter some vague expletive. Water. He said. Ill have a beer, Dad said, Yeungling. We skimmed over the menus, they returned, we ordered, we waited for 30 minutes for our food, then we ate, and then drank, talking, having a good time, then, around 10, we returned to our room. All of us were tired and went to bed&hellip, although, secretly, neither Aden nor I had any intention to sleep. I went to my room and played Minecraft on my computer, as Aden, too, got on his computer. I couldnt quite tell what he was doing, but I know.