My fingernailsand toenails were painted in a matching red nail polish with pinkjewelled hearts and letters spelling the familiar phrase (heart)COCK(he...rt)(heart)CUM. My hair was up in a beehive bun and a white lace sashwrapped around it and tied into a bow just in front while my bangs cameto my thinly plucked highly arched feminine eyebrows. I was dressed in awhite bridal peignoir, my large E-cup boobs, barely contained by thesheer cups of the baby doll.I was still on my knees, having just. Company Blazer over a silky white blouse, her sandy blonde hair was twisted up into a bun and she was wearing nylons with 3" heals. She was swinging her hips as she walked, which he usually found sexy, however in this case it looked more like she was trying to keep her balance. Her chest seemed to struggle to stay inside the blazer as she walked towards him. “Hi James” she said as she walked up to him and stood next to him in line. “Hello” he returned as he could smell her breath and. A program that Glory had come up with on the spot. Or, maybe she’d been mulling it over in her head without telling me. Who knew for sure?It would end up that I would have the second full week of every month, and the last full weekend of every month. Adjustment for special situations were to be negotiated as the need might arise: somebody being in the hospital, vacation trips, weddings et cetera. The Hardys seemed good with it all. And, while I really would have preferred my initial, and. I loved how they were so smooth, I used my fingers to lightly trace down the crack of her pink hairless pussy then I’d kiss the creases in the tops of her legs where they joined, before opening her hot, moist cuntlips with my fingers and kissing and licking her tiny clit. She would always go wild; the next ten minutes would be spent wrestling and rolling around the bed hands and lips everywhere until she had pinned me down. Then it was my turn. Charlotte always went straight for the nipples,.