Young Tilly's head
I really don't know how to start, so I'll just get to it.
I wake up basically in a trance. As I was taking care of my husband, choking down his cock. Anyway I think it's my husband. But it's dark and I don't want to spoil it by stopping and getting weird by checking. So I'll just take care of this. Hey I'm not a slut or anything, I mean, I was brought up by my father as a good girl. Blonde, Blue eyes, slim, nice perky tits, a bit of a itchy pussy that needs a lot of rubbing, and above all loyal to my husband. It's not like have a problem. I don't mess around and not know who I'm with, often. It's not like I've forgotten who I was with before, say like a hundred times! Maybe 50...60... or maybe even 70 times, but it's not like it's a problem.... yet. I don't cheat on my husband, I mean it's not cheating, if I don't have intercourse with any one else. Just an occasional blow job, nothing more. But I regress, I've got to finish him strong, I know he's getting close. Oh! oh! here comes the gusher. Wow! I love the taste of cum..... but wait. This tastes better than usual. Wow, let's not waste or spill any of this!! Wow that was great! Oops it wasn't my husband. But that's OK, it wasn't intercourse and I live in a modern society and the party will last forever! Oh wow he calls me "His little Princess!!" . He actually said "Go ahead and help yourself out Little Princess!" Wow and he gives me a buck, too. That's not always the case. And he even looked clean, too. Don't get me wrong my husband works hard, 14 hours every day, 7 days a week. But he gets tired and although he makes money, down at "Gower's gas station" I need to help out a little. Any way we live in 1920 and these little flapper dresses aren't free, you know. Daddy raised me right! I was born on Valentine's day 1906. I'm an adult now!
I wake up basically in a trance. As I was taking care of my husband, choking down his cock. Anyway I think it's my husband. But it's dark and I don't want to spoil it by stopping and getting weird by checking. So I'll just take care of this. Hey I'm not a slut or anything, I mean, I was brought up by my father as a good girl. Blonde, Blue eyes, slim, nice perky tits, a bit of a itchy pussy that needs a lot of rubbing, and above all loyal to my husband. It's not like have a problem. I don't mess around and not know who I'm with, often. It's not like I've forgotten who I was with before, say like a hundred times! Maybe 50...60... or maybe even 70 times, but it's not like it's a problem.... yet. I don't cheat on my husband, I mean it's not cheating, if I don't have intercourse with any one else. Just an occasional blow job, nothing more. But I regress, I've got to finish him strong, I know he's getting close. Oh! oh! here comes the gusher. Wow! I love the taste of cum..... but wait. This tastes better than usual. Wow, let's not waste or spill any of this!! Wow that was great! Oops it wasn't my husband. But that's OK, it wasn't intercourse and I live in a modern society and the party will last forever! Oh wow he calls me "His little Princess!!" . He actually said "Go ahead and help yourself out Little Princess!" Wow and he gives me a buck, too. That's not always the case. And he even looked clean, too. Don't get me wrong my husband works hard, 14 hours every day, 7 days a week. But he gets tired and although he makes money, down at "Gower's gas station" I need to help out a little. Any way we live in 1920 and these little flapper dresses aren't free, you know. Daddy raised me right! I was born on Valentine's day 1906. I'm an adult now!
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