Ellie appeared at the door, still wearing her cheerleading outfit, holding a bottle and two glasses. “I know I’m not supposed to have this till I...��m twenty-one,” she said holding out the bottle. “But Dad said it was for my birthday, to share with my friends.” Rob took the bottle. Champagne. Nothing expensive, but real champagne none the less. He quickly popped the cork and Ellie held out the glasses for him to fill. Then he set the bottle down and raised his glass to her. “Happy birthday,” he. "Now you'll just have to sit here for a few moments so I can make sure that you don't have an adverse reaction. Feeling ok still?" Yes, I am feeling ok." I say coldly again. I can't help but think this is some excuse to keep my tits near him for a longer while as he looks down my top. But it is not the whole truth. I begin to feel slightly light-headed and my thoughts seem to be moving in slow motion ... slower and slower..."Very good." He lightly taps my shoulder waking me up from a. She and I started talking. Then, our conversation got a bit – flirty – and well …. ‘ ‘ … One thing lead to another!’ Deandra said, French-kissing her daughter-in-law. Darryl still couldn’t believe this wanton woman was the polished, refined woman who’d raised him. Looking at Deandra through new eyes, Darryl realized she looked considerably different. Her hair was hanging loose and was blonde, sexy, windswept. Her body was much sleeker than he remembered, and her tits … ‘You’re staring, darling’. ” Replied Madame De Voillet softly. “She has had some instruction in the ways of love but is in many ways a complete innocent, much to the chagrin of her mother I may add. She has never been kissed or touched, but I have however, facilitated the shaving of her pussy. Something that I felt you gentlemen would appreciate.”“Excellent work Clara.” Said another. “And does she have the licentious nature of her mother?”“I believe so.” Continued Clara. “When her pussy was shaved she became agitated and.