He smiled incredulously, "are you sure?" Instead of answering, I sat up and slowly untied the pink string in the front of my teddy, shrugging it off my shoulders and letting it slide to the floor, my perky breasts exposed. He couldn't move, he was shocked as he stared up at me. I smirked, grabbing his hands and placing it on my chest before leaning down so that my boobs were right above his mouth. He buried his face in them, sucking and biting as I let out soft moans, feeling my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I sat up and pulled him with me, pulling his shirt up over his head and running my hands over his smooth and chiseled body. I pressed my boobs against him as I kissed his shoulders and neck, grinding my pussy against his crotch. I could feel him growing hard, and his breath became more labored. I pushed him back down, kissing down his chest and abs until I was right above his jeans. I unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs and onto the floor, and then began to tease him. I'm sorry, honey, but you somehow filled it when you brought it in here." I tried to be gentle with the news, but I soon had a crying girl in my arms again.I finally got Sarah calmed down, and convinced her to try some tests to see exactly how this worked."Ok, Sarah, there is some stew left on the table that we didn't eat. Bring it in here to me," I requested. This time she seemed to concentrate a little, head tilted slightly. I yelled in pain as a hot pan of stew was suddenly in my hands. I set it on the floor quickly. That stew had been on the table for hours; there was no way it could still be hot. Sarah looked concerned at my yell. When she figured out what I was yelling about, she kissed my hand to make it better. Instantly, there was aloe cream and a bandage on my hand. Huh?"I sure would like a glass of milk with my stew," I said. There was a glass of cold milk in my hand. Cold. As in from the refrigerator. Problem: we had no milk in the house. We had run out at breakfast. That.
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