Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. Their parents had moved to the suburbs from the city to experience the American dream. Jeff was a senior at the local public high school, Mary a junior at the area's parochial high school. Mary was an Honor student, always achieving excellent grades and was always respectful of her parents and teachers. Jeff's grades were not in the stratosphere like Mary's however, they were definitely well above average. He lettered in both Track and Cross Country. Mary and Jeff became a couple a year earlier. He handed it to me and I took it with trembling hands. As he held his cock I reached up and pulled my panties down and handed them to him, which he did as previously, smelt and licked the crotch, as dirty as it seemed, it made me wetter and more excited.I turned the waist band of my white dress and undid the hook and zipper and let it fall onto the tiled surface, now I naked from from the waist down, 'Shall I sit on the tables edge', I asked him?He brought to chairs either side of where I sat.Read More
