“Let me do that, you’ll cut yourself.” Andrew murmured gently as he bent down beside her. She whimpered softly and moved out of his way as he se... about tidying the debris. Once the last of the glass was removed, Andrew stood up and looked at Cheryl, concern shadowing his brown eyes. “Coffee?” he asked. She nodded, no longer looking at him, in fact now making a concerted effort to avoid his gaze in her shame. He boiled the kettle and got out two mugs. “Milk?” Cheryl nodded again. “Sugar?” This. She was only eighteen, and her breasts were firm and plump with no sag at all. Perfectly shaped with a real jut to them and absolutely lovely nipples, large round and dark, to set them off. He could tell she was loaded with milk too, so now was the time to taste her. If she was as good as he thought, and he could talk her round to it, she'd be a real hit at the Club in the big city and he'd be in for another nice commission.Chet's girls were always in high demand, his eye for the shape of a. The room smelled sweet. Thin rays of sunlight were everywhere. It was probably the closest I’d ever get to the feeling of entering a heaven for the first time. And there they were. My three wishes… Asleep. Cuddled up together on the bed in white oversized t-shirts and shorts. Their legs, arms and slender bodies curled in and out, delicately wrapping around each other. They looked so perfect, comfortable and complete. The sight of the boys together felt like a never-ending foundation of layers. Perhaps it would get better. She recalled her reflections fingers. They hadn’t hurt. Quite the contrary. They had felt wonderful.The knight seemed unconcerned. She felt his weight upon her, trapping her against the bed as he forced himself deeper into her most intimate of places. ‘My pussy,’ she corrected herself, and then added with a small amount of surprise and even a little wonder. ‘Oh! He’s fucking me! I am being fucked! Finally!’ and then, with less enthusiasm. ‘It’s rather disappointing..