There isn't much there." Bill blushed even redder with misery. Alice sensed what her mother was up to and had no compunction about adding to her stepb...other's humiliation. "Yah, pretty small for a guy who acts like a stud. I thought he'd have more hair around it too." He looks pretty underdeveloped to me," added Helen. Bill's ego was completely destroyed.Alice almost felt sorry for Bill, but only almost. Her body was tingling in anticipation of delivering a bruising spanking to his round, firm. To most spirits, there was only one Arianna of New Orleans. I went back out into the living room and watched television while drinking my coffee. I turned on the History Channel again and watched a show talking about the campaigns of Hannibal Barca against the Romans. I watched it and the show after, this one detailing Caesar’s rise to glory and I got up and went to get dressed. While I dressed I listened to the weather, getting the forecast for the next few days. I grabbed my duster and. "I hope you don't live to regret it, them Hodges is bad news, their son's a right villain."My mum didn't like the Hodges one little bit. Ma Hodge was from Birmingham, and anyone from north of Potters Bar was viewed by my mother as a Northern barbarian; Pa Hodge was from Theydon Bois, which to my mother was 'the countryside', a totally alien environment, inhabited by Cro-Magnon carrot crunchers. Pa Hodge was also rather swarthy, and my mother suspected that he might have. She didn’t snore but the bedding over her stomach moved regular and slow. He exhaled, not realizing that he’d been holding his breath.George closed the entrance quietly; the latch, oiled and in sound condition, slid into place.Now he could afford to devour the girl. Lord have mercy she was beautiful. Her hair had a resplendence that was very close to glistening gold, a cascade of curls offset by other streams cut in a seemingly random pattern, though no hair was out of place. She stood very.