Davey was standing behind his mom with a big grin on his face. Margie was right; at six feet, he was as tall as I am and looked really good. I couldn'... see a single zit on his face and that's pretty amazing for a kid his age. It was probably attributable to his mom's insistence on a healthy, low-sugar diet."Hey, Little Guy, it's good to see you again! Oops, check that! I'd better call you Davey because Little Guy obviously no longer applies. Here, I brought you something but you might have to. Given the selection in the room, why was that?June wiggled her shoulders -- and giggled at the result as Elliott's eyes tracked the sway. "I always wanted to do that." Well, you own 'em, Doc -- why don't you play with 'em?" Pete interjected. "I guess we're good to go for now." People started returning their attention to other concerns. That left Elliott and June in their own little world as Elliott gently palmed June's breasts. He spent a number of seconds like trhat, then looked up at Pete.. He couldn’t cup one in a single hand – they were too large – her flesh simply swallowing him when he tried to lift them. Her velvet fat bulged between his digits when he dug deeper, Nahash arching her back as he found the firmer, more sensitive tissue that gave them their wonderful teardrop shape. Her swollen nipples pressed into his palms, rosy and pink, Nahash uttering a primal grunt as he trapped them between his fingers.He let one of his hands wander down to her thigh, pressing his. The blood of the bitch downstairs had indeed kept the nightmares away. He got out of bed, dropped to his knees, spread his arms, and bowed his head. Thank you, black god. Your thirst for blood will never again be denied. He got up, showered, dressed in his usual black, and went downstairs to the kitchen. He made himself bacon and eggs and toast even while preparing porridge for the bitch. It was the same porridge Mother had fed him every day until he slit her throat, and he knew that it would.