Betsy asked, “Is she nice?”Beth answered, “Of course she’s nice. Little John wouldn’t like her if she weren’t nice. The real question is, ...s she is pretty.”“She’s pretty,” replied Ed knowing that Betsy was going to express the question in a second.Turning back to face his father, Little John asked, “Could I use the house for guests?”“What house?”“The one across the street. Dr. Grundy is willing to come up for a visit with Susan and it would be great to have them stay there,” answered Little. "And that's exactly what she did, after a minute or so she started talking dirty to me to really get the most out of my cumshot."Yes Plenko, I can feel your cum building up in your balls, I want that hot cum all over my pretty little face." Ughhhh, uhhhhh, ughhhh." Is all I managed to get out.With one last pump from her white fingernail painted hand, my cock pulsed one last time and just as she was half smiling from the pleasure I was receiving, the first rope of cum made its way onto her. We played in the pool, soaked in the hot tub, took the yacht to see Cathay’s former bandmates perform with a new lead singer, and generally lolled about like idle rich people.Joan discovered many things about herself during the winter.Her breasts, for instance, became a great source of joy to her.Joan was surprised, or at least she said she was surprised, to fall in love with having her breasts massaged, nibbled, sucked, tweaked, pinched and generally molested. When Joan had her first climax. . You know ... When I started bleeding ... When mybreasts started developing ... He started taking pictures of me. Nakedpictures! Pictures of me sucking him off! Started calling me a whore,harlot, slut ... Really vile names! Told me I was going to burn inHell!"He had me convinced no one would believe me even if I told on him.And, y'know what? He's probably right. Who'd take my word over theword of the pastor of the biggest church around?"I've been wanting to get even with him for the.