Why! Wasn’t that Mr Walton in a rather unflattering Hawaiian shirt? And wasn’t that Miss Watson, the Social Studies teacher, in an outfit that rev...aled every detail of her monstrous nipples and showed every centimetre of her titanic thighs? Fanny’s home was large and opulent, as all houses seemed to be in the Fern Hill district, and the drive was full of cars as oversized as their drivers. Fanny was clearly a popular girl. And there was the birthday girl herself waddling down the steps of her. She ... had to be too good for him. She needed a friend today ... he'd be her friend. He just wouldn't expect more. And why was he driving up at this time? He couldn't roll up on the doorstep at ... what, seven-thirty?Chrissie was confused. After meeting Tom and asking him to support her at the funeral, she'd returned to Felixstowe Ferry in the car borrowed from Jessica. She, too thought deeply about her first love; the care and love he'd shown, the joy they'd shared. But she knew she'd. You put the ice cube back into my cunt and say, ?hold it there until I get back, slut, or ELSE?. I hear you go into the living room. But I can’t hold it in there for long. I try to squeeze my muscles, but I’m so wet, so spread out, and its melting so fast, I hear it hit the table. I hear you come back and brace myself. You smack both cheeks of my ass with your hand as soon as you see the ice cube on the table. Then I feel the bite of a flogger against my pussy and let out a wail. I didn’t know. I hope your brothers and —”“No, Mummy, they were defending me, telling our cousins off for being cruel and nasty.”“Good, I know you’ve always protected them Robbie, even though you were the last egg to hatch, you’ve always been like a big brother to them.”“Well, Mum, although we squabble over the odd caterpillar, I love all my brothers and sisters. Look, there’s a good nesting site just a foot above our nest in the old tree stump. I scouted it out this morning. Can we meet there?”“Of.