" Sounds tasty, Madame President," says a childlike, mocking voice behindme. "But maybe we should play a little before we eat. Maybe work up anappetit...."We turn and there she is, Pie, the little adorable pixie in her purpleleotard, looking like a tomboy on her way to a ballet class that she isnot happy about.Chapter 67I LOVE MOMMY'S PUSSY. I love worshipping mommy's pussy. She tasteswonderful. I love her and will serve her forever.These thoughts run through my head as I lick the womanhood of. I could see Anna was tipsy if not drunk as Shirley’s hand rested on my wife’s leg. Anna pretended not to notice until the hand began moving up and down her leg. I could see Anna becoming more nervous the longer Shirley was touching her so I suggested we all move to my room for a quieter drink. Anna welcomed the decision and Mike bought some wine to take to the room. Once in the room Mike and I poured the drinks and Anna quickly gulped it down before handing me the glass back. Shirley took a. My father was often away on business and mum thought he was having an affair a couple of times finding traces of lipstick on his collar but he laughed it off. With Dad away mum seemed to be lonely and adult company was limited so I was all the company mum had. We used to watch TV together and if she had a headache I would often massage her neck to get rid of the tension as she sat on the floor in front of me, something I was remarkably good at. On one occasion a combination of a couple of. All eyes had been on Joey for some time—and we didn't even know. As Joey lit up like a Christmas tree and spun around to step off the scales---still buck naked, he point his finger at Johnny Truelove like fuckin Babe Ruth or something, lol. “Im coming for you mother-fucker” Cheers went up from the boys still in line, and as we all started to walk out of the locker room. Moms and dads faces dropped open, exclaiming 'such language from a 14 year old', as if the 6” of hairy dick hanging between.