She reached up to bend over the nail holding the Scarecrow on his post. She lost her balance; she grabbed at the Scarecrow to keep from falling on her...face.Her hand felt something hard; she noticed that her hand was over the Scarecrow's groin."Ooooh," she whispered. "Is this a corncob in your pants, or are you happy to see me?"The Scarecrow grimaced. "It's a corncob, actually," he said with a pained voice. "Just get me down from here." Down?" Dorothy smiled. "You want to go down?" Gladly," the. Michael can you give us a couple minutes? I'll bring back something for you."Bewildered, he went back to his room. I watched his ass work as he walked."Honey?" Mom asked me. "What is it?" Mom," I began, and started crying some more. Tears of joy and happiness, but she didn't know that. I just hugged her tightly as she patted me gently."Mom, you didn't have to give him up, for me. I mean, he's fantastic! I could never do that, not in a million years!"Now Mom understood, and she smiled at me. "Oh. ”“Pull your skirt up and open your legs wide. Tell Cami to take plenty of shots as we kiss and you open your legs, even wider.”“You make me feel so good about myself. I wish I looked better. I don’t have a pretty body like Cami, or those other girls who left.”“You did see Sylvia’s huge breasts?”“Yes and I’m still waiting for you to tell me how you did that.”“What if I told you that no matter where you take my hand, and place it on you - that part of your body would look just like Sylvia? Where. Spreading her legs until her knees touched the blanket, I lowered my mouth to the pussy that was open before me. The smell of her was overwhelming. Much more powerful than anything I'd ever smelled on fingers or the faces of men who'd eaten my pussy. Carefully avoiding her sensitive clit I pressed my mouth against her pussy hole and began to suck. She knew it was me between her legs but except for an initial hesitation, she'd relaxed her legs and closed her eyes. Releasing her legs, I brought.