He must be imagining things. But there, looking perfect and serene, sat Jeanette Alden, her rich dark hair tied neatly with dark blue ribbon, wearing...her favourite pastel blue summer dress. She smiled as Kit stared, white faced at her, then continued with her lullaby. ‘M-mama?’ he croaked, tears burning his eyes. ‘Oh mama, I thought Malc had hurt you…I thought you were dead.’ ‘He did, my darling, and yes, I am…but Malcolm…he’s gone now…the policemen caught him days ago…he cannot hurt you. No harm, no foul.His knees dropped onto the floor and moved below the partition into my stall. His cock and balls were clean shaven. His soft uncut cock was about three inches long and average thickness.I started by reaching under his cock and fondling his balls. I rolled them around in my hand and very gently squeezed them, individually and together. Then I went after his cock. I fisted it and moved my hand back and forth. His knob was wet and slippery and his foreskin moved over his glans. We curled up on a couple of loungers while the k**s were laughing and splashing and jumping in off the diving board. We were a little surprised to hear a familiar voice quietly murmur “so that’s what you guys look like with clothes on”. Cynthia and her two friends looked like they were all dressed up so I asked where they were going? They responded that they were going to an art auction down in Key West and then they were going out for supper before coming back around 11. Cynthia’s two. It feels so nice….having you both watch….makes me feel like showing off….letting you both see me….no, I can't let this happen." She stopped and then she slapped her pussy, hard. "I will not allow myself to be a slut in front of you" She slapped it again, She whimpered and slapped it again A sob escaped her mouth as she slapped it again Then a series of light slaps and another whimper. A hard slap and then she was desperately rubbing herself again, her hand moving almost in a blur. With a.