My twin peaks. In MY bra.Now I looked in the wardrobe. Was there a dress I could fit into? Most ofthem looked too small for me, but there was one that...I thought might fitbecause it was in a stretchy sort of material. I unfastened the long backzip and stepped into it, being careful to avoid catching my stockings onthe zip. I put my arms into the sleeves and then struggled to fasten thezip. This took some time. I had to manoeuvre the dress up and down a bitso that I could fasten the zip behind my. My finger feels so good on my pussy. My cunt is so hot, so wet, and it's all just for you. You wanna feel it don't you? You want that gorgeous cock of yours running up in this tight pussy don't you? I know I want to feel it. You hear that Baby? I want to feel that hard throbbing cock thrusting so deep in my pussy that I can't breathe. Stroke your cock for me. I want to see it. I want to see your hand moving slowly up and down that shaft while I fuck myself."He says nothing to my words, but I. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn’t a #9 on this list.AND! NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.This one is compliments of Reltney McHere’s another one, about Little Johnny.Little Johnny was in first grade, and his reputation had preceded him.Today’s class was phonics, and everybody was to identify a word that began with the letter on the card the teacher displayed.She held up an “A”, and hands hit the air. Little Johnny. “We’re all Comrades here.”“And yet, you are the one who speaks to me?” The dark shape asked. “They call you Captain Sharpe.”“They?” Sharpe lifted an eyebrow. His lips quirked in a smirk.“The newspapers,” the dark figure said. As if speaking the word made the thing real, a newspaper shimmered to life before the figure. Painted in shades of purple and black and gray, most of it was illegible in the darkened room, save for the headlines: SKY PIRATE, CAPTAIN SHARPE, STRIKES AGAIN!Sharpe scoffed. “I.