“Umm, can we have fruit snacks?” Dylan asked, still enraptured by the TV. “When did you have lunch?” I asked. “I dunno,” Dylan shrugged. �...�Dylan. Look at me and answer my question,” I instructed. “Huh? Um. I think almost three hours ago,” Dylan was able to provide once he tore his attention away from the TV. “Fine, you can have fruit snacks,” I nodded. “Yesss,” Dylan hissed, and did a rather theatrical celebratory fist pump. Dylan was the ham of the family, and that was saying something, because. " His sated prick felt as if it had been basted and roasted.Vixen, not bothering to dress, her throbbing vagina still oozing and her nipples still hard, set up her easel and got out her acrylics and a paper cup of water. She looked at what she had done, a canvas of cobalt sky and sienna hillsides and squirted a glob of burnt umber on her pallet, the discarded top from a container of cole slaw.Cocking her head and smiling as she thought about the boy's heavily ridged cock and her vulva's. I believe you will.” Maytagswung his legs up to lie flat on his back. She crawledup on the table and straddled his chest. “Yes, Ibelieve you will.” Maytag took hold of her ass with both hands. Herelished the feel of those solid buns wrapped in smoothtight latex and kept his hands there after he pushedher pussy up to his face and started to lick her creamyslit. Using lube must have been a habit, Maytagthought, because she certainly didn’t need it. Histongue moved easily. Her lips were soft and sweet. I could taste the remnants of her cherry lip gloss mixed with her soda. As I looked at her after the kiss I wanted more, but didn’t want to force it. “Sorry. I just thought…. I don’t know what came over me” She says.“It’s ok. I actually liked it, and would love to do it again sometime.”She smiles and we kiss again this time deeper and longer. That was as far as we went. She broke the kiss and said good-night. I started walking back to my car. All I could think.