Actually it was more an insult to the beloved cartoon character and the sexually confused Poet. They both started some private interrogations of the y...unger girls in the family using some strange techniques that were illegal in most civilized countries.I got stuck with the more mature woman called Madame R. I can’t really use her real name because she most likely has a lineup of lawyers that would sue my ass for slander if I revealed it right out in the open.Madame R. was definitely conflicted.. I lowered my shorts and let the head slip up and down her wet slit in search of her opening. I said, “I’m going to fuck you little one and when Mindy joins us you’re going to eat her pussy. You can thank me later.” She didn’t respond with words.I pressed into her and didn’t give her time to adjust. She was already wet but soon could feel me hammering in and out of her. Mindy poked her head in and said that the food was here.“Get in here and take off your clothes. I want your knees on her arms. I didn’t notice her walk up, only looked aside when she sat down next to me. Smiling slyly, wrapped in a long sleeve shirt and a black skirt, she said hello. I nodded and returned the greeting, still not paying much attention just yet. “Do you have a light?” she said, fumbling a cigarette from a box in her purse. I reached into my pocket and turned to light her cigarette when the round paleness of her breasts caught my eye. Her shirt was very open, revealing freckles and the pink of an areola.. He was in fact quite a bad apple himself, through and through, and if there was a single good word that anyone had ever said about him, I have not heard it! The first part of his plan did indeed seem to go quite well, he climbed over the icy wall and found quite a few fallen apples lying on the snowy ground. Lacking a basket, he threw his ill-acquired acquisitions gently over the wall together so that he could easily find and reclaim them, and wrap them up into his warm fur coat afterwards. But.