Hanging almost out of sight on the corner of the window was a long, black, sinister two-tailed leather tawse. I stared at it open-mouthed for some tim... and then, unable to get up the courage to go into the shop, I finally turned and walked dispiritedly away. I suppose I stood and stared that tawse three or four times in the weeks that followed, to be frank, I cycled the twelve miles into Leicester a couple of times just to look at it again. Finally I thought of the young Queen Elizabeth’s. They were comfortable and had a sense of being friends forever. It was so easy to talk and listen.Soon he held her hand as they spoke and then she leaned against him, and before long, she looked up at his eyes and he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.That first kiss was almost magical.Every kiss in sappy stories is "magical", but this one truly was. It was soft and comfortable and friendly, yet it burned with an underlying passion and it gave each a sense of giving from the other. Yes, it was. "I'm sorry," her stepmother, Sue, said, noticing our reactions. "I needed to take something so I can get to sleep, as I'm having my period."I was surprised at her unashamed reference to her menstruation, as most ladies usually doesn't mention it to just anyone at any time. I noticed she was wearing a short nightgown, quite thin that it was apparent that she was naked underneath. She carried a glass of water to the chair and sat, crossing her legs. She was not bad looking for a lady in her. I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock and began stroking his cock."Oh, this is nice," he groaned."I only buy pure silk nylons," I explained."So I feel," he nodded, taking my feet and beginning to masturbate himself."Don't be wasting that cum," I purred."Does Mommy swallow?" he asked."Are my nylons silk?" I responded."And does Mommy take facials too?" he asked."Yes, but I'd rather swallow every drop of your cum," I responded, before adding, "as you fuck my face like the dirty Mommy-slut you.