We played on and I now hit back winning the next two games easily. After the first he point blank denied stripping off, but when I won the second he r...lented and went down to his boxer shorts. When he stood in front of me I teased him about the wet marks on the front which I knew were pre cum. At this point I took a girlie mag from under his bed and looked at a few pics until I got hard. I knew this was turning him on, but he was trying dsperately not too get hard, as he didn't want me to think. Papa was with Mister Stout, the mayor of Pretty Village. Mayor Stout looked worried, as he looked at his friend Omer's youthful 'niece.' Old Berdonne's man was due to arrive the next day, and the village's fate rested in the hands of the son, Russell. The kid looked exactly like a maid, with long brown hair swept behind her earringed ears. "Yes papa?" 'She' said, in dulcet tones that were uncannily girlish! "You look marvelous." the mayor said, suddenly hopeful and winking at Omer, who. "Holy FUCK!" she cried out, "My clit! Suck my clit!"Allison obliged and sucked the thick pearl between her lips, lashing it with her tongue."Oh, FUUUUCK!" Abigail screamed, and her body jerked and spasmed into orgasm. She shook on Allison's face, her hand shooting out to steady herself against the wall while she rode her climax to the end.Her hips eventually went still, and both girls tried to catch their breath. With a groan, sated, Abigail crawled beside Allison, spooning behind the younger. I know I was horrified at myself. I came to my senses that quickly. I looked at Amy in shock, wondering how I even began to go about apologizing and asking for forgiveness for something like that. Could I even expect forgiveness? I saw Amy look at me, shock on her face also. I started to say something, I didn't know what, when Amy reached her hand up to my face. I closed my eyes, expecting her to take my head off as I so richly deserved. I wouldn't even resist. I felt her hand touch my face,.