”“Making you happy?”“Yes.” Then Wendy filled me in about what had been going on, and Tommy's special meaning for 'happy'.“You little devi..., Tommy. There's no need for you to cry. As long as you don't tell anyone about what we do here no one will be any the worse off.”Later, when Ellie and Greg turned up Mary told them about how Tommy had made Wendy 'happy'.“Wow! Tommy! Do you think that you could make me happy too?” Ellie asked.“Mummy? Will I get into trouble if I try to make Ellie happy?”“No. I think six more for being just a little impertinent…”“Oh, Suzie, if you say so.”“…on your bare bottom.”Suzie eased Jo’s pyjama bottoms down off her hips first revealing a very thick but neat triangle of pubic hair. The curls looked lovely in the light and shadows. Jo’s aroma was detected by Suzie but her own intimate area was moist too.“Bend over” Suzie instructed once Jo was naked.The young woman bent over again. The light from the lamp showed she had a considerable cluster of pubic curls. "Don't you fucking say no, you moron!" screamed my prick. I could tell he was frothing at the mouth, because it was getting my underwear damp. "Get me over there. I know what to do!"Somehow Chris knew what was happening. She even wanted to know what he was saying, but I couldn't tell her. She'd be horrified."She wants it, asshole," groaned my cock. "Why do you think she's getting naked? Now get over there. If you blow this - if I die a virgin, I'm taking you with me!" He wants to ravage my poor. She was wise beyond her years, nature loving, and gifted with great common sense. In short, he remembered her fondly because her personality and Iris' were so similar.He had got along well with her with her family too. And her slightly creepy great-grandmother, who had once been visiting when Clara brought him over in the Christmas holidays, had been a little too enthusiastic about his relationship with her great-granddaughter. Seeing it all as a big joke, Clara later told him the old crone had.