There was Ann standing there in a sheer light blue nightgown, black hose and heels, her one leg propped up on the chair. "Sit down" she said as she po...nted to the two seat chair. As I did she very softly began to caress her tits and I got mesmerized watching her lift her tits up and pull on her nipples while keeping her gown in place. I got more than that when my cock reacted to this display and I reached down and moving the robe open, took hold of my cock and began to stroke it while I watched. The knowledge that Jean–Woodrow would in time be the Master of Blanchards was another detail occupying my thoughts. He was a sturdy lad, the spit and image of his father, but gave me the impression he was a ‘mummy’s boy’ rather than the rapscallion his father had been at a similar age.The reason was not hard to determine. Jean-Woodrow was raised surrounded by adoring females, which is fine when a boy has passed puberty and can appreciate the many virtues of young, or even older, women, but not. She tested the first one in about 2 minutes,the same way she had tested Al's bottles when she had stopped nursing him on her breast. It was cool, but she was in a hurry. The first was cool enough to make her suck in her breath, and she let the second one run a little longer. She felt of it. YEAH! THAT'S MUCH BETTER!!! She squeezed it inside of her, and felt the tingle start again when she withdrew the nozzle. Damn! It was like a small dildo. She ran some warmed water into the bottle and. Kyle was a year older than Billy but they were in the same grade at Hilton High School because the older boy had skipped too much school the year before and stayed back. They lived in the same apartment complex on the edge of town and had been friends since they were toddlers.Kyle had been mumbling something while Billy attempted to find a good rock and roll station on the radio. "What?" Billy mumbled back. He thought he had heard the word blow."I said, when I get home I'm going to get my.