"Is she that pretty blond girl from down the street? The German family?" I'll never kiss and tell" my wife added with a smile. "Not even to you!" Well... if it is her", I added, "she is very hot! Wait, aren't there two girls in that family? One is shorter, with that killer bod. The other is taller and honestly, not quite as cute. Please tell me it was the shorter, cuter one?"Again" my wife replied, between licking my cock and talking, "I'm not telling you anything." Well," I concluded, "When she. I might have never imagined loving you like this, but I have loved you since you were a baby.Connie used to bring you home to see Mom and Dad. You were always good natured and loved to be held. When Edwina and Cary wanted to play with you on the floor, you never got fussy, or whined. You just let us play with you like you were our own, very special, dress-up doll.“Thank you for making a woman and letting me go first. Everything hurts a little down there right now, but I promise to take special. Even William had seemed to acceptit as normal and in character when he refused an invitation to godancing with the excuse, "Oh, it sounds lovely, but I'm sorry. Icouldn't. I feel a headache coming on."As he settled on the seat of the taxi and snuggled in his fox coat,Henry took this first opportunity to review in his mind the events ofthe past two hours. "Henrietta Henson," he mused. "I wonder why shechose that name. Anyway I guess she could hardly call me Henry Thorson.And some people. She seemed taken by them, smitten by the look and feel of the cocks. White fluid began leaking from the first and she pulled it to her face, smearing it on her cheek. Her breathy laugh filled her nose with the scent of monster cum.She guided another unsheathed cock to her small breasts and finally some much needed relief to her aching nipples. She flicked the dry tip of it over and over again sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body, shooting straight down to her clitoris. Faster.