Just go to the kitchen and turn the coffee pot on.”“Yes ma’am,” he pouted. Bobby stood and walked out the door. I stretched on the bed, smilin... to myself. I would have some fun with him today. I pushed my naked self to the edge of the bed and stood. Draping the sheet over my shoulders. Looking in the mirror, I could see everything in front and my little white ass in the back. I walked down the hall and sat on a barstool in the kitchen. Bobby looked up from the coffee pot with a sheepish grin,. And I do. I push my tongue deep into her vagina and drink of her juices. She rubs her pussy all over my face as I bring her to orgasm. Her pretty cunt flaring open and squirting her sweet cunt cream, smearing it all over my skin. The silky feel of it, the smell of my child's pussy juices soaking into my flesh. It almost makes me cum. I then pray that she will lick me, that I will be worthy of her tongue.Denise moved her hand down between her legs and masturbated as she read about how if would. Perhaps to a vulnerable level.He knew she wouldn't be interested in a big breakfast, so he would let her decide whether it would be cereal, toast, or another Danish from the pantry. Tom was accustomed to cereal, and he poured himself a large bowl of bran flakes, topped it with some raisins, and added the milk. It would keep him satisfied until noon.When Connie exited the forward head, he turned to look at her. She was drying her hair with a towel and as she did so, he could see her full breasts. It looked moist. She slowly removed her dress and turned to face me again. She pulled the thong up to cup her pussy, creating a little pocket of fleshy love, packed into a satin pouch. She turned again to give me the view from the rear, a round white bulge of pure sex protruding from between her slightly parted legs. She slowly, slowly slipped the thong down her thighs, stood up straight, totally naked and looked over her shoulder at me. Her ass was perfection. Her entire body was perfection..