I had butterflies in my stomach all right. It was just the local news, but my painting has been shown and my name had even been said. It was a banner ...ight for l’il old me. I watched that but found that I had missed the majority of the story. It seemed favorable in tone anyway, so that was one good thing. It seemed that every were I turned, there was my painting. Maybe I really was on my way, just as my mother had told me. That ended so I flipped over to some cartoons to pass the time. After an. The sweat that you poured from my body hours before is alive on my tongue as I flick it across my nipples while you sleep next to me. My legs open, a knee rests high up on your thigh. As I reach for my swollen and still moist mound you stir but do not awaken. My clitoris is hard against my finger and I stroke it firmly. I turn my face towards you. On your side you sleep, your face so close to mine I can feel your breath on my cheek. Your arm is thrown across my stomach. The sensations my. But that would have to wait until Monday at the earliest. Ayo had seen the young woman being led giggling away to spend the weekend in the inner city with a group of her new friends. The way she waddled, they must already have a butt plug in her.The tingling in her loins made Ayo close the office door a little too forcefully and soon her firm round ass was rolling hypnotically as the heels of her five-inch, red spaghetti-strap sandals clicked down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. The. Today though, things got more interesting. I noticed that a new, youngerfamily (most of them girls) had moved in with the old people next door!To think there might be pretty girls living across on the other side ofthe fence, sitting in their rooms right where I could see them.I knew that some girls my age lived in the house next to the old people,but I couldn't see them through several thick trees at the end of theirgarden. We all live in a dense suburban area filled with houses that lookthe.