"Annie that'ssilly. I live here too. If I lived alone wouldn't I have to clean my ownhouse. I'm sure not going to hire a woman to come in and clean it...for me.It's not woman's work, it belongs to whoever does it."Annie giggled too as she said, "That did sound silly didn't it. Oh whatwould my suffragette sisters say if they heard it." Annie giggled alittle more before she said, "Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" Not at all," I told her. "It'll give me something to do." Okay then as long as you. I went over and plopped down beside him on thesofa and sort of rubbed my tits on his arm. He was still beet red and wasreally funny. I couldn't believe how scared he was. I reached up andpulled his face to mine and kissed him, pushing my tongue in his mouth. Iguess that made him focus because immediately his hand was on my tit.We continued the kiss and as his hand moved from tit to tit my hand beganto massage the mound in his pants. Don has probably the biggest cock I'veseen. A full 7. I got your message and I think I did pretty good, see?”With that, I slowly spread my legs wide, running the palms of my hands from my knees up to my thighs so my panty-covered cunt lips can be seen by the camera... my hands sliding up over the barely-there skirt, over my tummy and up to the straining t shirt, grabbing my huge tits and pushing them up and together while looking straight at the camera and licking my lips slowly. “Does Daddy like what he sees? I am all yours, Daddy. This little. Simon placed the crate behind the bar and loaded the fridge with the cans Norman and I had bought with us earlier -- we were well set. Norman was tall and gangly, his long legs looked thin and weedy in his tight shorts. He had a dark complexion, brown eyes and wore a figure hugging black tee shirt. He was a quiet lad but had a steely edge to his sporting performance, the ideal competitor.For my part I was in denim shorts, cut off jeans that had frayed edges and a plain white tee shirt. I was.