You just want to be Little Miss Priss as a parent.” She wasn’t sure that ‘Little Miss Priss’ would be a parent at all. Well, Bill was an opini...nated SOB, but he was warm. She snuggled back against the warmth and went to sleep.The paper progressed. The kids took to reporting their day at kindergarten at dinner. It was their day -- singular. They were in the same class and reported the same events. That didn’t keep them from each making the report. Should they try to get them in separate rooms. Danny closed the door and when he was gone the boy kind of smirked and said lay down and I did and he opened his belt and took his pants and briefs off. He straddled my chest and stuck his dick in my mouth, not a big dick, a pencil dick but already hard. He moved his dick in and out a few times and then pulled it out and lay down on top of me putting his pencil dick between my thighs and said open up and I spread my legs and he rubbed the head of his dick against my pussy. He pushed a few. At the top of the stairs he spied what appeared tobe three witches working over a boiling cauldron."This is a wood frame house, how do you keep the floor from catching onfire?", asked Bill."Hey, you're two pages ahead of schedule! There was suppose to be a bunch oftalk, all about the spooky house, and then you eventually find your way uphere. After that you were suppose to talk to us about your car stuck in theditch!", said the first witch."Don't yell at me! The author is getting lazy.",. It was "The Day After Tomorrow," right after Jake Gyllenhaal had tried to make a pay-phone call in frigid flood-water. Nice girlfriend he had.Anyway. I thought I'd get some lukewarm water and at least get off the dirt and sand first. Also that would provide me some semblance comfort. As I would soon be flesh to flesh with her, sand was just not my cup of tea in that situation.After dusting her off and a quick wash to the worst spots, I grabbed the comforter off the end of my bed and put it over.