"Yeah, that's what I thought. I give you a little freedom, and youimmediately use it to push my buttons. I don't think you have room totalk about love...or respect." But my closet is full of fluffy fetish costumes! I didn't want to dresslike a fuzzy sloth!" But, like, sloths are *super* cute!" Devon chirped."Wait, you're saying you didn't want to wear a degrading outfit just togo to an event that you feel obligated to attend?" Samantha said slyly."I can't *imagine* what that must feel like. How. Some, okay most of those thoughts got my groin stirring again. So I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. You know they really should call it ‘hand-job lotion’, as much as I use it only for that. Squirting just the right amount into my hand I smoothed it over my young cock and stroked away. It didn't take too long before I had to reach for that towel again. I really didn't feel like taking another shower when I was done so as I came I shot the entire load onto. At the forefront of her memories was the final monster, which had made her come harder than she had ever imagined, and nearly killed her.The old woman pulled the covers from the bed and made a tsk tsk sound when she saw the mattress was soaked through as well. "Put these over in the basket yonder," she said and pointed. She then walked over to the door and opened it. "Get ye somebody ta get me a new mattress, an' haul this one out. It's done for, fer sure," she said to someone outside, and then. Did you two finally play with each other's bodies yesterday?"Ron's face lit up. He really would like to talk about what happened. He wasn't sure how Debbie would react to Pam knowing, though. "You promise not to let Debbie know I told you any of this?" Of course darlin'. I'm not gonna go blabbin' anything you tell me. Not to anyone at all," Pam exclaimed. She was getting excited now. Leaning toward the young man across the table, her nightgown fell away from her chest allowing him a peek at the.