She stepped closer to the bed, peering at her Grandmother, half blinded by the sunlight."But, Grandmother, what a big nose you have," All the better t... smell you with, my child," came the reply. "And I can smell that you've been a naughty girl in the woods!" Oh grandmother, it was only a little one," she giggled, "it is such a lovely day I couldn't resist." Yes, well now you can take those damp knickers off, and that bra as well."Still embarrassed at her Grandmother's deduction, Little Red-Cap. Her jet-black locks go slightly below her shoulders - long enough to roll-up into a bun (which I find very sexy). I soaped up her hair, massaging her scalp all the while. She told me no man had ever done that for her, so I felt pretty special!After rinsing, I conditioned her hair and then grabbed the soap. It was great getting her nice and soapy. There's something very erotic to me about a soapy feminine form - can't really explain it. I guess we all have our little "things" that turn our. She had a gorgeous tight ass, always covered with tight-skin jeans and that asked to be slapped hard. Every day she liked showing her firm stomach with nice navel. Her boyfriend had fetishes for ponytails, so she always wore them and never spread her long blonde hair. How wonderful her hair smelt! Watching her my cock became rock hard as I became interested in the opposite sex at that age and every time I jerked off I always imagined her, a cock-teasing slut.???? The next morning while everyone. The woman stared at me in surprise. "Your water just broke, didn't it?"A wave of cold washed over me. Oh God, not now. I nodded wordlessly at her."We need to get you sitting down," she said. Her voice sounded a lot calmer than I felt. She turned her head to the man next to us. "She's going into labor. Help me get her to a chair." I don't think so," a familiar voice said. I forced myself to concentrate and looked more closely at the man. It was the Right Reverend Swaggwell.I started to say.