++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a beautiful summer day, and I had thrown the parlor windows open. The organdy curtains floated serenely in the b...eeze. I had dressed my hair myself this morning, and the light wind tugged the a few curly wisps free of the simple twist. It had been a week since my wedding night, and I was slowly becoming accustomed to sleeping in the same bed as someone else. John and I talked each night before we fell asleep. He hadn’t tried to make love to me again, but. Kasumi blushed hard and started fanning herself as her imagination ran rampant with ideas.“I see you’re in good humor, Alex. If a riding crop is involved, I would want to know what that entails,” Korsa said as she walked up to them, scaring the trio.“Could you please stop that?!” Kasumi groaned.“Stop what?” Korsa asked while batting her eyes innocently.“That whole ... sneaking into conversation thing! Scares the living shit out of me!” Kasumi explained.“Funny. I don’t smell any shit,” Korsa. "And I know what you don't like in them." Then she looked at herself. "I'm pretty close to opposite of what you think of as a good girl."Sammel regarded her. "I guess I should have known." He said. "Your beard has always been spotty, at best." He grinned slightly.Max turned toward him a little. "Well, yeah, we girls don't grow them in good till we're in our thirties." She stroked her wispy whiskers thoughtfully. "But some boys have the same problem, you know!" She said, her eyes flashing with. Both boys seemed to recognize the silent signal of total sexual surrender, and they acted accordingly. Arthur's hands became stronger, more possessive as they kneaded and massaged the firm globes of her full breasts, and David rocked back on his haunches to survey the curly triangle of her soft pubic hair.Arthur's fingers were mauling the pouting fat lips of her pulsing cunt. Her thighs seemed to spread wider apart of their own volition, and while Sarah was only bracing herself in a firmer.