I squeezed Blitzen’s fat, droopy tits like they squirt chocolate milk for dramatic/humorous effect. It sounded like the right thing to say! “I think we have to wait before we can swallow.”
“Oh yes, that’s fine,” I gasped, clearly satisfied. I’d also developed a massive crush on her. My neighbor acted like it was no big deal -barely an inconvenience. “Yeah, they’ll put on their costumes a little closer to the park. She was a big woman but hardly had cottage cheese thighs. “It’s just a game, and the girls know how it’s played, Son. What did that mean? “I like it when you call me Master,” I smiled. The game would be starting any minute. There was no fucking way I was going to let them down or ask my aunt to step in. I am a fan of the underdog, so it only made me want to throw it harder. I shrugged like it was no big deal.
