" The problem is that there's only one woman that you're ever going to be comfortable with," she said."Look lady," I snapped. "Maybe you should let me...handle my own life." Maybe I can't do that," she said. "Maybe I know better than you do what's good for you."I started laughing and told her good night."Can we go inside and talk about this?" she asked. "This really isn't the way I foresaw this. Really, I'd imagined that we'd be hugging by now or you'd be really in shock." Are you out of your. ." She stopped abruptly and her face flushed bright crimson."Well done, Mary Elizabeth," Father chuckled. "I knew you were a quick study. Perhaps training my new slave-girl won't take as long as I reckoned."Mrs. Whitfield stood, whether to run to him or to flee, I wasn't sure, and neither was she. Father shoved back his chair with a rattle and stood facing her."You, sir, are no gentleman and I do not accept your offer of marriage," she said indignantly."You have the cart before the horse. I. She took the wine and started pouring on her pussy mound which mixed with her juices and went straight into her husband’s mouth. Sujith drank every drop of her juice and also licked her pussy for more cocktail.“Good boy” said vidya and got up and took the honey bottle. She started pouring the honey over his body covering his chest, belly, thighs, and face. She sat on 4 over his body like a dog and spat on his face. She then licked every drop of honey from his face like a dog with her tongue. Bet you’ve got all sorts of talents. I expect you’ve got a good talent for pleasing men. Have you been with many men?’ The she-boy looked at him suspiciously. ‘A few.’ ‘A few? I think you’re being modest. I reckon you to be a little honey when you’re in the mood. Are you in the mood now?’ Poppy had no misconceptions about himself. He was a fully fledged pansy-faggot and a push-over for a kindly, soft-spoken gentleman who wooed and courted him with nice words. He’d let a nice man shove a cock up.