What did I expect her to say anyway? NO, I THINK YOU'RE UGLY! Not that it would have been a surprise or anything.Jenny was silent for a moment before ...inding the right words. "I read an article recently called 'taking charge of your looks' that talked about how each of us has our own beauty and how we can do things to *enhance* it, but we first need to have peace with ourselves an accept who we are."It made me feel really wonderful to hear that. Even though I would never look like Jenny, it. Wrapping my arms around her slender waist I held her to my chest, leaning down to her ear. ‘You look amazing’ I whispered, being sure to breath down her neck. ‘T-thank you Mr. M’ she stuttered. ‘Brad. Call me Brad.’ I said, running my hand up the back of her shirt. ‘Okay… Brad.’ She was shaking gently, and leaning into me. ‘You seem scared’ I stated as gently as possible. I left my hand right on top of her bra strap. ‘Not scared…’ her breath was slightly ragged and I could feel the goose bumps. Young Beau, as the household staff took to calling him, found a soul mate in the television. TV at the time provided an array of pabulum for the soul, instead of fascinating titillation for the mind. Clichés and slogans were the order of the day, in both programming and commercial interruption. Before he could walk, Young Beau was well versed in “TV talk,” as his late mother would have put it. Had she survived, he would have had a succession of the brightest tutors, most talented musicians and. But then Kevin lifted up my night shirt and he started to suck on my little tits. His cock started to feel a whole lot better in my pussy.I started to buck my hips up at him just trying to feel more of his cock. I must have been hitting my clit on him or something because I started to get that special feeling. Kevin started to fuck me even harder and faster.“AHHHHhhhhhh shit,” Kevin moaned loudly and he added, “I am going to cum.” I was not thinking when I screamed back to him, “Yes fuck me.