?" Be quiet, bitch, and clean my dick as I told you." he simply snapped at her."But why? I don't understand... I thought you liked me? You were always...so friendly to me in the supermarket..." she continued to whine, while tears ran down her cheek."I'll explain everything to you, but first you clean my dick. Now get going, slave, don't make me hurt you!" he snapped at her again.She looked at him in astonishment. Was this really that same shy, friendly man who always made small talk with her in. I felt a little embarrassed. So did the boy. As he took his eyes away, he tried to cover up his crotch. We then left the store, and on the way home my husband asked me if I liked what I saw. I said that I can't believe that I had never before noticed how big his cock was. My husband said that I should dress even sexier in the morning when the paper is delivered. I asked him what he thought I should wear that would seduce the fifteen year old without scaring him away. My husband said to wear a. But we're not really about the sex; actually it's all about the stories. Togetherwe come up with some entertaining tales. She says I'm a good listener. It sounds ideal right? So what can the problem be, you ask? Well I'm a bitof a compulsive bard, I always think it could be said just a wee bit better.I'll write a story and then sit there and tweak it, never quite sure when tostop. It drives her nuts! Eventually, usually around the fifth or sixth rewriteshe tosses her head back screams that high. There was pin drop silence in the house and I could hear her whispering a song while bathing. I heard her moan when the hot water touched her naked body. I badly, wanted to see her naked bathing, her creamy white body, pink nipple and fully developed vagina. My prayer was answered a strong wind wide opened her room’s door. My eyes was left wide opened to see her naked through the mirror. She didn’t closed her bath room’s door and her 5’9 milky flesh, two rounded breast thick pink nipples and.