The way she acted...”“Men!” she exclaimed scathingly. (This is something I’ve never understood, nor been able to emulate: The particular note ...f disgust women — all women — seem to be able to obtain with that single word.)“But...” I repeated.“Darling, you just don’t get it. She’s not upset about fucking Steve Chamberlain. She’s upset because she’s afraid she won’t be any good with him in bed.”Suddenly Kris’s attitude changed. She sat me down on the leather sofa in the library and just held me. She believed what her stepmother said of her. She did all of the housework and the two younger daughters did nothing but eat, make themselves up, and indulge in various vanities and frivolities. And so Ash worked her young hands to the bone, weak with hunger and bowed down with shame, and received nothing but abuse. Her father, while a good man, was weak and aloof from the dynamics of the household. He was a merchant and travelled a great deal. When home he usually went to the pub after. I did as she asked really getting turned on because I think now that I am going to get some pussy. She walked back over to her station and told me to get in front of her reminding me to stay below the counter top. The thought of eating a nice juicy pussy like this really turned me on. She was wearing a nice white see through blouse with a black mini skirt and high heels. Just the sight of her almost made me cum. She tells me to do whatever I wanted to her from the waist down. Her legs were so. It took about 3 hours to prepare ablue sludge like formula. I entered the living room, in my p.j.s,bringing 2 potent smelling mugs. We sat across from each other and drankthe fowl tasting brew. At first nothing seamed to happen. Frank gave mean accusing look, thinking he had been coned. But when he tried to get uphis face started melting, then my vision got blurry. My clothes gottighter as a dizzy feeling entered my body. I heard a ripping sound as myclothes buckled under the strain. When my.