Chapter 8

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Tom falls to all fours to approach the basket. Dottie is afforded a salacious view of a ripe, low hanging scrotal sac as she sits next to Laura on the blanket. “You have kept him chaste. The male plums always have that certain look when neglected.” Tom pours and awkwardly returns crawling on knees and one hand. He finds this Dottie to be pleasant to look at, not with the raving beauty of young Laura, but with a graceful maturity. There remains a hint of youth, but there is also the wisdom of age and experience. “Thank you, Tom. I’m sure Laura has told you how much I adore all the pics. You’re a very obedient boy. I like obedience. It adds such a dash of attractiveness to a well hung lad.” Laura is pleased to note that Dottie’s presence has not caused an iota of flaccidity. “Hope you d

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