Shut up." Don't you talk to me like that bitch! This time I'm right and you need..." Paul was not only angry, he was flaming mad and might have hit ei...her or both of us had not David been there."I want to hear what Sarah has to say before making any judgment, so let her speak." David wearily cut in stopping any further vitriolic outburst. We'd noticed his moodiness lately and I wondered which way his judgement would go."David, would you ask June to come in here and then make an appointment for. There was just a quiet fascination, as he felt his bottombegin to form. It was small, in keeping with the rest of his body, butit was pert. There was a gentle lift to it, a cleft one could slidetheir fingers beneath and lift. Though her cheeks were small, they werewarm and firm and more than enough to fill someone's hands. It was awoman's bottom.Above it formed a slender waist. It wasn't quite so tiny as the fairy's,but still small enough that a large pair of hands could encompass thecurve of. "Yeah? Where do you want it?", he whispered back. "Cum in my pussy, please" you pleaded, "I want to feel your cum inside me". He started thrusting again, slowly so as to still not wake me. His thrusts sped up slightly, his breathing increasing until I heard him "oh shit, I'm gonna cum". "Yes, please, cum inside my cunt", I heard you pant out. Suddenly his back arched as he thrust deeply into you, his cock spasming and splashing your insides with his seed as he quietly cried out "Shiiitttt! Oh. C. Jones, the Celtics basketball great. In baseball, we had C. C. Sabathia, and J. D. Drew, and even our own batting coach, the aforementioned B. J. Surhoff. Lots of jocks used initials in lieu of first names.But some wag got to calling our "T.S. Williams" by the much-more-fun name of "Tough Shit," and, naturally enough, that had rapidly become his nickname-for-life.Probably not exactly what old Dad had in mind.Anyway, I asked Surhoff what the problem was with the kid's hitting. I knew Tough.