" Why might that be?" he asked. "if you don't mind my asking." She's mine," he said simply. "She's just being shy." he huffed. "How do you mean she's ...ours?" the woodcutter asked."I caught her here in the forest a few years back and I keep her in a golden cage at home. I caught her so she is mine. And I want her back," he said, crossing his little arms."How did she get out if you keep her in a golden cage?" Taren asked."The little trickster fooled me! I only turned my back for a second and she. Do you like when I touch it?" Oohhhh..." LOL ... I'll take that for a 'yes', sweetie. And I think you're going to like this, too. I know I am."She reached her head forward, put her hands gently on his hips and put her face into her son's ass, stuck her tongue out ... and licked it. She tongued his rim and his hole. She licked her boy's ass crack like a Popsicle. Hungrily, she stuck her tongue into his little brown pucker hole as deep as she could."Oh, God, mommy ... that feels so good! I can. But, I had no real idea how long it was. My head and upper chest had collapsed to the floor. Blackie had turned and frequently pulled to test the tie, each time his knot seemed to bump my g-spot, and each time it caused a shudder and gasp.When he pulled out, it released a flow of his and my juices escaping my gaping pussy hole. I collapsed completely onto the floor and felt a blanket being placed over me. I recovered quickly, though, I wanted to, to see and to hear Mitch’s reaction, his. Bedwin, then one for Nancy Evans and the third, the biggest, had the memo line that said, ‘Merry Christmas to Stuart and Sarah.’ It was for $11,500!“Dad, we didn’t have anything to do with your ‘million-dollar house?’” I said, after Sari saw it and shrieked again.“The last couple of days have been extraordinary, and I suspect it had a lot to do with the two of you, so ‘Merry Christmas’ from your mother and me. She told me that money would be better than anything either of us could pick out for.