How I’d love to sink to my knees in front of you, lift this titchy excuse for a skirt, yank off your panties and just dive in to eat you. Listen to ...ou cry out as you reach down and grab the back of my head, pulling me up against your soaking pussy, forcing me to service you. You know what it does to me, how hard it makes me to slide my tongue inside you, to run it up your shaved slit all the way to the top. Flick it over your jumping clitoris. Feel you guide my face to the perfect spot,. I could have done more for my family." He looks over at me to see if I am going to respond to any of this. I only gaze back at him quietly. Trying to leave my face blank, but I think some where he sees what he needs and continues."The boys were impressed with how you ladies fought. I was impressed with the fact that you, Chronos seemed to know what questions to ask, Even if you are a H.K. I can see you have made your home with these people. I have spent the last 20 years hiding. Not meeting my. When he was up in New Haven years later, with cancer eating away at a host of his organs, she went up there and nursed him night and day for the final three weeks before he died, and then took care of all his funeral arrangements.He left everything he had to my grandmother, including his railroad pension. After his death, she was financially comfortable for the first time in her life. Of course, by then she was eighty one years old and wasn't able to enjoy the money, due to her own declining. " Stuart, run to the sitting room and fetch me the latest issue ofVogue." Stuart, do you think the seams on my stockings are straight?"Of course the other thing the she liked to do was to either make himerect or force him to orgasm.Of course the reason for this was to deepen his devotion to hisGoverness."Stuart run to the cellar and get a new bottle of Chablis. Serve me inthe living room."Mammy and Mrs. McGregor summoned Stuart."Spanky time, Stuart. Over my lap."Stuart's eyes widened in.