But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma ...tarted acting up again. So Chamomile was out of the question.(Second paragraph by Bill)Meanwhile, Advance Sargent Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neurosis of an air headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over year ago.. "Well, you certainly look like a type of belle," Rose retorted with agrin.Vern nodded slightly with a smile as he asked, "What can I do foryou?" I wanted to take a look at you." A look at me?" Vern asked as he raised his eyebrows and began tomodel his clothes a little."That's enough, you little tart. I need a cup of coffee."Vern nodded as he took hold of Rose's cup and headed for the kitchen. As the cup of coffee started to brew, Charlotte entered thekitchenette.Charlotte gave Vern a. We spent the better part of a week there, when Saturday morning, Mary shook me awake (Daddy and Scott had gone fishing at some ungodly hour)."Come on, sleepyhead! We need to get you dressed! The men will be back soon, and we're headed to the Beltain Festival." The what... ?" I asked."Beltain Festival. It's being held at the park with the local SCA people."(((For those of you who don't know what the SCA is (Society for Creative Anachronism), go to their website; www.sca.org to learn more.)))Soon. She stops me and I get on my back on the bed, she takes my shirt off and starts sucking my nipples hard, it felt so good. then she grabs at my pants and boxers and yanks them down. my erect cock standing at attention. she grabs it and looks at me with a sexy grin. Her mouth moves to my cock and she engulfs it. Her head bobbing up and down my cock. her gagging herself on my root. her saliva rrunning down my balls and asscrack. then her fingers at my back door . massaging her spit in my hole ,.