“My little girl has had a very long and eventful day,” You said quietly. “Maybe enough for one day. I should take you home, I think, and give ...ou some t--”“Please no, Sir!” I sat bolt upright in Your lap, horrified at the thought of being separated from You. I practically fell to the floor as I scrambled out the chair and hurriedly resumed my kneeling position in front of you. “I’m so sorry, Sir! It won’t happen again, I promise! Please don’t send me away, Sir!”My hair was in complete. She was getting hornier and hornier every day but it wasn't a burning sexual desire for guys her own age or for men that she worked with. Barbara had an insatiable sexual desire for men in their late teens or early twenties at the oldest. She loved the younger man and she had always found every sexual encounter with the young studs to be the hottest sex she'd ever enjoyed.Barbara was in her mid-30s but she found the young men she enjoyed fucking the most were usually anywhere from 16 to their. ‘My father swaggered in like Custer and Jeff was counting coup long before he finished him off. ‘When it was over my father could have done better by getting advice from the French before Dien Bien Phu.’ ‘Ashley,’ said Jeff. ‘When it was over my father flaked like overdone brisket.’ ‘I think they get the idea,’ said Jeff. I was barely embarrassed. My father deserved what he got. Still, I said, ‘Sorry.’ ‘I wish I’d been there,’ said Sandy. ‘Sandy,’ said Sunny, sharply. Sandy rolled her eyes.. She stroked his neck and behind his ears and cooed to him, then began to sing, for it seemed appropriate.Her elven voice rose into the trees overhead and filled the clearing. A breeze picked up and made the boughs dance with her words and she smiled up at the scuttling clouds overhead. In the smoothest soprano, she lifted her voice higher and the unicorn simply listened, twitching his long ears this way and that, trying to capture every sound that came to them.Again, her fingers brushed over.