....Yes I can feel fingers but then they have gone -no touching any fingering???? What the..................... I feel something sharp on my inner thi...h!! And move --its still there!! I carefully run my hand up under the dress --- what the fuck --- a piece of paper --- I take it from between my swollen lips --- the paper is soaking wet --- but it does say --ladies toilet now !!!!!I tell Charlie “going to the toilet” -- yeh whatever is his reaction!! Again my heart is pounding -- the note also. Your cascading hair only makes you even more appealing, childish and desirable. The water seems to boil now in your embarrassment. You watch as I slowly kneel next to the tub and capture your beautiful violet eyes. My sea- green ones feast on your loveliness. Soft sighs escape, unbidden from your lips as you see my obvious desire. Engorged, and uncomfortably swollen, your knowing smile urges me to touch you. My hands want to feel your softness and to please you tonight. Slowly standing, you. The percussion of thesheep that yielded the fine wool that was her hair. She even knew hername.She was Annabelle's doll. Annabelle Andrews so loved her doll, that shegave it a soul. When Annabelle grew to old for dolls and had a family ofher own, she passed the doll, her most prized possession to that what sheloved best. Annabelle's daughter loved the doll in her special way andstrengthened the soul within. Years of happy memories, tempered withperiods of neglect. In which Annabelle never. Kurt's cock was hard as he yanked me to my feet and bent me over his dad's Geo Prism and thrust his cock into my cunt. Kurt fucked me hard and fast. "You love my cock, don't you, Mrs. Sullivan. It's the best!"Kurt's cock was the smallest I had ever had inside me. Not that I had a lot before my husband, Sean, but Kurt's cock was definitely the best. "I love your cock, Kurt!" I moaned back, rolling my hips and hoping my pussy was making Kurt's cock feel wonderful."Fuck!" Tor groaned and I glanced.