I spin with queasy drunkennessAs I confess lewd acts.I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles ...ickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing, bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl, all Gothic.Gabriel Garcia Marquez shouts:"Great Bards and Wormly Hacks,You're welcome to submit and joinThe Fictionmaniacs!"At midnight, manly maidensConsecrate the great taboo.In. Off the dining room was the living room. We pulled the drapes and the shades on all the windows in the front and side that we found and then started to check out the hallway with its doors. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom and a den/bedroom. When we could find no one present we called Blake and informed him so he and Cain could join us.Pulling shades and drapes in the other rooms I turned on the light and started to check out the den. I took any chips I could find and started to look through. I smelled them and my panties began to tighten up around my already growing bulge. I liked a little and started memorizing them, so I could go back to them when I was done snooping around. Maybe I would try them out also, with a sexy skirt I found, while I was jerking off.I continued searching and what I would find next was beyond my wildest dreams. Behind all the clothes was a huge plastic bag. In that bag I found toys in the numbers. There were cars, plastic models, old toys and a few. I open my arms and tell you to come to mommy. It is a thirty minute ride to the restaurant and if you promise not to rumple my dress, I will give you a little treat to help calm you. As I say this, I expose one of my breasts and place my fingers on each side of my nipple and offer it to you as a mother would to her new born child. You come closer and latch onto my breast as if it were your first meal. I run my fingers thru your hair and coo at you. I can feel you begin to relax as you continue.