One song she particularly liked was 'Sometime My Prince Will Come', a traditional tune addressing the longings of many lonely women in a country ravag...d by war where men were frequently in short supply. She would sometimes pause with the brush in her hand and think of some dashing prince who would one day come by, recognise her beauty and take her away to another place. She would look at her skinny frame, the dark hairs of her crotch against her snowy white skin, her thin legs and perky breasts. You dip Your fingers into me and pull them out an taste the honey on your fingers you then scoop out more and have me lick your fingers clean. slowly You start fucking me with Your fingers stopping every now and then for my excitement to subside, until my orgasm causes my pussy to contract around Your fingers and i cry out in ecstasy...You throw me on the floor and order me to get into position, the next thing i know is the thwack thwack of your belt over my bottom and back...," did I tell you. I hadn't cum in a long time as much as I did that night. This little girl was going to be my demise. The following weekend my parents and sister had plans to spend the night out of town. My mom's younger sister had given birth to her fifth baby and my mom and Jenny were dying to go see the baby, as if they hadn't seen the first four. My dad went along because my mom told him he was going. I had to work on Sunday and was saved from the three hour trip. My plans were to mow the lawn on. There was a large four-poster canopy bed, as well as a lovely wingback chair and walnut furniture. I dragged her over towards the wingback chair and sat, positioning her in front of me. What happens to bad girls, Katie? I&hellip,I dont know&hellip,Sir, please, she stammered, blushing and fidgeting. I gave her arms a jerk and she stumbled and fell across my lap. I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades to keep her firmly on my lap as she struggled, her socked feet kicking helplessly. My.