She then turned and offered her fingers under my nose; the whiff of her mature pussy juices and tang of her hot anus had my cock bulging, I yearned fo... release."Lick them clean." She commanded in her sweetly authoritative voice. She grinned with satisfaction as I eagerly lapped at the sticky fingers, flinching slightly as her sharp nails scored my tongue."I bet you'd love to have those nails rake your bell-end. If only your cock were free, you worthless wretch." Satisfied also that I had. We wentshopping on a Saturday as we often did, and found the dress, I showedher and she loved it. She tried it on and I thought I was in love. Shelooked near perfect. Just some black stockings, the right shoes andaccessories and she would be. It was at that moment that I summoned upall my courage and asked her if she would be my date at the prom. Kellylooked at me and giggled. "Marty, don't be silly, you know Brad alreadyasked me. You did didn't you?" she suddenly turned compassionaterealizing. When you first signed up as a Royal Guardsman, this wasn't exactly what you had in mind. Sure you knew you'd be standing around for hours on end. But you had no idea how excruciating it'd be to stand outside in the scorching summer heat in chainmail. What on earth were you even protecting here in the courtyard? The flowers?'Could be worse,' you think to yourself. 'I could be that poor sod'.You sneak a peek over to the guardsman on the opposite end of the courtyard. There stood your best friend,. "She looked at me like I was an idiot. "Duh." Whatever. I'm doing this."She leaned over and touched my arm. It felt nice. Not sexual. Justcomforting. "I know you are." It felt good to have support.Saturday came and we went to the bathroom."You first," I said. I figured maybe the change would work."Two and half pounds," she said, with a smile.I got on. "Three pounds," I cheered. I started dancing around."Threee pounds. Threee pounds. I win. I win. I win."She smiled. "So what's my.