Indeed, she was still wrestling it through her red hair when she felt the hot seed pelt her still-throbbing nipples, then her stomach, then her bare q...im. ‘Unh!’ grunted the man in shock. ‘Fuck! Oh holy fuck!’ Emma cast the rolled-up dress aside and simply stood there while the man came, his knees trembling and eyes bulging. Her nude breasts swayed gentle from the upheaval. To her surprise, the man, light-headedly losing his balance, keeled forwards, catching himself by planting his. I stood up, looking at Rhee, who had turned to look at me. We both then looked at Carol, who shook her head rapidly, which I took to mean that we should give my parents their head. Carol then used her head to indicate to us that we should leave the dining room to my parents and Heather. As the three of us entered the kitchen, Carol turned to us and pointed upward. We both nodded, and all three of us trooped quietly up to my room.As we walked in my door, Rhee said, “Poor Heather.”“Yes,” Carol. Engrossed in the book, he flicked through the pages and felt a curious arousal at the scenes before him. He did not notice the long shadow cast from her bedroom ‘door’. “That’s Yva Richard’s idea of fetish wear in the 1920s.” Looking up to her, she smiled happily at his expression of sheer astonishment. “And this is Penny Nicholson’s idea of the very, very noughties to the present day.” Harry was dumbfounded could only stare in awe. Her fresh complexion contrasted with her painted gloss red. All of the characters are completely fictitious, except for the ones based on real people that I know. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. Everyone is over 18 years of age and are not breaking any laws, except for some backward ass (pun intended) sodomy laws and some indecent exposure ones. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. I do try to work readers? ideas into my stories so if there is some activity, fetish or nasty idea you would like added, let me know. ?.