Sandy lowered her voice slightly, "Do you imagine doing stuff with her that you guys never really got around to trying?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" "Beca...se it's pretty much the same with me, I think about stuff I wished I'd done or stuff that he wanted to do that I wouldn't do and wished I had done it. Then I asked, "What else do you think about?" She replied, taking her time, "Well sometimes I think about the guys who look at me at the pool." "What does that do?" I asked, not really. Occasionally, I would get a blowjob. I often would go home with blue balls and stroke myself off, sniffing her scent on my fingers, to a significant amount of cum, but I would not fuck her. One time and she would be knocked up for sure.One late winter night in my parents’ yellow Ford station wagon, I went down on Angie after significantly petting and fingering her twat. I had neither the vaginal anatomy nor the technique down at this point in my life, but I was an enthusiastic pussy eater, my. On this day he ventured upon a farm he had not visited before. Being unwarned of his coming, the three daughters greeted the rare visitor who was dressed so well and on such a fine horse. He was made welcome and offered a meal. It was then that they discovered that he was their Prince.At the end of the meal he chose the youngest daughter who was also the fairest. Her name was Auburna and he told her of his wish, to the disappointment of her two older sisters who were less attractive and quite. " Ena nodded, as the image of the young man Ryoko had seen half drowned in the 'duel on the dock' floated past an image of the young woman from Ena's earlier vision.He was ... good looking, Ryoko had to begrudgingly admit. In a 'foppish' sort of fashion. And there was no denying the beauty of Serenade.Aside from being struck again at the resemblance between mother and son, Ryoko was left wondering if that was really their families natural hair color?"And as reward..." Ena concluded gravely..