I slowly looked up and saw Mrs. Smith standing there with big smile on her face. I had feared the worse but her face told me she wasn't upset or gross...d out by what she saw. In fact, it was the opposite; she looked totally happy. Not only did Mrs. Smith want me to be her little girl, I think she actually believed it."Oh Susan!" she squealed with delight. "You look soooo adorable. Your sister didn't looked nearly as good in this dress as you do. Come out of that closet so I can get a better look. The older woman paused for a moment and then followed him.“Thank you,’ I said to the woman.“No problem, it made me feel better, and she was a judgmental bitch,” The woman said.“Well, it was very nice of you. I’m Samantha,” I said, extending my hand.“Carole,” she said, shaking my hand, “and this is my husband, Alan,’ pointing to the man at the table.Greg climbed out of the pool.“This is Greg,” I introduced.“Boyfriend?” Carole asked.“No, just friend,” I told her.“Very special friend,” Carole said. She’d heard through servants gossip that Bea had taken to leaping out of dark corners, brandishing the wooden sword and shrieking ‘Rem’ber Stwasbug!’ ‘Bea? No, Bea’s fine. One of the maids has threatened to leave though, something about being attacked whilst carrying a full chamber pot.’ Unable to help herself, Sophie burst out laughing. ‘That’s awful!’ she gasped. ‘Yes,’ he agreed, without seeming very amused at all. ‘Fortunately, replacing the maid’s dress and giving her some coin for a. Reaching around, I grab a hold of both her breats and start to massage and tweak her nipples. Arching her back, I feel her pussy spasm again, and along with it comes a slight leak of fluids on to my dick, balls, and on to the couch.Sliding in and out of her starts to take a toll on me, esp. with the way she is riding me and putting constant pressure on the bottom of my dick. I slide my hands down to her hips, and hold her down and thrust up. Arching her back again as my dick goes even deeper.