.. reassuringly? My dick was hard and pressed where her thigh met her crotch. Her cock was soft against my naked skin, I was cold and wet, her warm bo...y felt nice."Sorry Mom, are you okay?" I asked."Ouuuh, yea. I'm okay." Both her hands stroked my back.We started at each other, unmoving. She tilted her head a little to the right, "What are you thinking?" She asked.What was I thinking? I needed to stand up right now. That was about thirty seconds overdo already, but... she felt so nice."I know. ‘Selfish?’ ‘Can you imagine how shocked she must have been, to see the infamous Gale Harold on her doorstep? And then her hero asks her to seduce him?’ She laughed, a tinny sound that bounced through the cell phone’s tiny speaker. ‘What did you expect?’ ‘I expected her to do what she did in the story!’ ‘Then you’d better rethink what you really want to say to her. Step in her shoes and really think.’ That phone call had taken place an hour ago, when he’d called Jenny to tell her about what had. I'm 5'4" and skinny. I have red hair that comes most of the way down my back. I have 32C breasts. They're not the biggest boobs ever, but they look pretty good on my small frame, if I do say so myself. Oh, I also wear glasses and I'm pretty nerdy. I also have a pierced tongue, that makes me cool and wild, right? Yah, I didn't really think so. So, I'm pretty much just a cute, nerdy, little redheaded girl. Except that I also have a 9" cock. And if my boobs look big on my small frame, my cock. I always loved to see you in that dress. In the summer, with the sun catching the highlights of your chestnut hair and your skin all golden, and the tiny freckles across the bridge of your nose. And that dress in the warm July sunshine, your figure just visible through the material.We've just finished a picnic. We've always just finished a picnic. And you want to go pick wildflowers in the meadow. You always want to go pick wildflowers in the meadow. And you want to decorate my head with a.