Homecoming Humiliation
By Runtz4
The silver sedan with Pennsylvania plates in the driveway made his stomach drop. Anna.
He opened the front door and walked straight into a wall of bright, tipsy laughter and the sweet scent of merlot. Kristen looked radiant on the sofa. His wife is 5 ‘7 with a slim runner’s build, feminine muscles, long shapely legs, a sharp jawline, dark hair falling perfectly, and firm 32-C breasts pressing against her crisp blouse.
Beside her sat Anna: 5’2 of chaotic energy, platinum-blonde waves tumbling down, thick, juicy thighs squeezed together in her gray and white leggings. She wore a tight white low-cut tee that was losing the battle to contain her massive 38G breasts. They spilled heavily over the neckline, soft pale flesh jiggling with every laugh, the pale blue bra clearly visible underneath, straps digging in and pushing everything up and out.
Both women jumped up the second they saw him.
“Jack!” Kristen’s smile was bright, but her eyes screamed sorry. She mouthed the word as she hugged him tight.
Anna was next, throwing her arms around his neck and crushing those enormous, barely-contained tits hard against his chest. The soft, warm spill of her cleavage pressed right into him through the thin white fabric. “There he is! We were just talking about you,” she announced, and both sisters burst into fresh giggles. A nearly empty bottle of merlot and two lipstick-stained glasses sat on the coffee table.
“I called her this morning on a total whim,” Anna explained, still pressed against him, her heavy breasts shifting deliciously. “Hopped in the car and just drove. Three hours later–surprise!”
Jack forced a smile, but his balls were aching. Three weeks away had left him feral. Video calls with Kristen had only made the pain worse.
“I’m… gonna freshen up real quick,” he said, eyes begging his wife.
Kristen followed him to the bedroom and closed the door.
“Babe!?” Jack whined the second they were alone.
“I know, I know,” Kristen whispered, crossing her arms under her breasts. “She just showed up, and I haven’t seen her in almost a year. With my schedule, who knows when I’ll get another chance? Can you wait?”
“Till you get back next week?” His heart sank.
Kristen’s expression sharpened. “Jack…”
He mocked her tone. “Kristen…”
She didn’t smile. “Control yourself. I’m leaving in a couple of hours, and I want to spend it with Anna. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” She leaned in and kissed him deeply, tongue teasing, then pulled back before he could grab her. “Don’t make this difficult.”
When they returned to the living room, Anna was still sprawled comfortably in that dangerously low-cut white tee, her massive tits nearly overflowing with every breath. Jack unpacked quickly, splashed water on his face, then joined them with a stiff scotch. His brain was pure horny static as the sisters chattered and giggled like teenagers.
“Tell me more about this guy you’ve been seeing,” Kristen prompted, eyes sparkling.
Anna launched in without a filter. “Branson? He’s from St. Lucian; that accent alone makes me wet. Tall, muscular, ripped… and holy shit, girls.” She looked straight at Jack, grinning. “Biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I measured it.” She smiled. “Nine and a half inches long, six-and-a-half around. Thick as my wrist.” She pulled off her bracelet and tossed it at Jack, catching it with confusion. “I tried putting this on his cock, and could barely get it to clasp.” She giggled.
Jack looked at it, damn, that’s huge, he thought to himself, his own little 4inch thick dick would easily fit in with two fingers on each side.
Kristen’s hand drifted to her own chest, lightly caressing her breast through her blouse. “No! You’re so naughty!”
“I kid you not. First time he pulled it out, I just stared and said ‘what the fuck.'” Anna laughed loudly and crudely.
Jack’s small four-incher strained visibly in his slacks, a wet spot forming at the tip. Shame and arousal twisted inside him as he watched his elegant wife touch herself while her sister described a monster cock.
“Babe, do you need me to get your bag down?” he tried, voice tight.
“No, already packed.”
Jack dropped the act. “Please?”
Kristen sighed, glancing at Anna. “Sorry about him. Evidently, he’s unable to control himself after only three weeks.”
Anna waved a hand, still grinning. “No, don’t mind me. You guys go take care of things.”
“No. It’s fine,” Kristen said firmly. “I haven’t seen you in so long, and we have so little time.”
Jack huffed. “Babe, I promise I’ll be quick.”
Kristen’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not really selling it, Jack.” Her voice grew sharper. “Don’t make me choose between you and my sister. I told you before, you will always come second to her.” She took a slow sip of wine, then looked at him with a dark challenge. “But if you’re that desperate… go ahead. Pull it out.” Her tone turned daring. “Pull it out right here, and I’ll take care of your little thing.”
Jack blinked. “Are you serious?”
Kristen glanced at Anna. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Hell no,” Anna said instantly, eyes lighting up. “I’d love to see what you’ve told me about finally.”
“Come on, stand up,” Kristen ordered. “Show Anna what I’ve been getting for the past seven years.”
Anna leaned forward, thick thighs spreading. “Do it, Jack.” She smiled wickedly. “I’ll help.” She grabbed the hem of her tight white tee and peeled it off in one smooth motion, letting her massive 38G breasts look amazing in the pale metallic blue bra. The shimmery material looked like it would pop open.
Jack’s face burned crimson. Heart slamming, dick throbbing, he stood on shaky legs in the middle of the living room. With trembling fingers, he unbuckled his belt, shoved his gray slacks and boxer briefs down, and let his stiff little four-inch meat-pop spring free; thin, cut, flushed dark, already leaking.
Anna’s eyes widened; then she burst into bright, delighted laughter. “Oh my God, Kris! It’s even cuter than you described!” She clapped a hand over her mouth, but couldn’t stop giggling. “So tiny and desperate. Like a little toy trying its best. Hilarious!”
Jack stood frozen in the middle of the living room, pants and boxers pooled around his ankles, his stiff little penis twitching openly in the cool air. His face burned hotter than the Virginia sun outside.
This isn’t happening, Jack thought, heart hammering. Not in front of Anna. But his pathetic little nub betrayed him completely, bobbing up and down with every frantic heartbeat, already leaking a shiny bead of pre-cum.
Kristen’s sharp eyes drank in his humiliation, a warm flush blooming between her own thighs. She loved her ambitious, put-together husband, but this desperate, blushing version made her feel like a goddess, especially with Anna watching.
Anna’s thick thighs squeezed together on the couch, her massive tits heaving in the pale blue bra. “Holy shit, it really is tiny,” she chuckled, biting her lip to keep from laughing louder. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Kristen stepped forward first, voice calm and commanding. “Strip naked, pants off completely, baby. Shoes too. If you’re going to show Anna your little guy, you’re going to do it right.”
Jack hesitated only a second before kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his slacks and boxers. Kristen and Anna watched in delight as he unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it off his shoulders, and tossed it aside until he was naked in their living room. His tall, slim swimmer’s body on full display, with nothing but that silly little baby dick standing straight out.
Anna clapped her hands, giggling. “It’s hilarious! Oh my God, look at him! This is the best surprise visit ever.”
Kristen shifted on the couch, slowly, one finger trailing across her chest. “That’s better. Now everyone can see exactly who I married. Turn around for Anna, Jack. Let her get the full view of your tiny tot.”
Jack obeyed, cheeks flaming, his little nub bouncing with every movement. Anna let out a fresh burst of laughter.
“His little peepee is so excited it’s doing a dance all by itself!” she crowed. “Look how it wiggles when he moves. It’s like a cocktail weiner trying to say hello.” She laughed. “You poor thing. I almost feel bad for you. Is it a micro-penis?”
Jack quickly responded, “It’s not a micro-penis.”
“We had him tested,” Kristen smirked, “He’s just a tiny bit under 4 inches, the nurse measured him at 3.7 inches, a full 3⁄4 ‘s of an inch more than what’s medically defined as micro. He’s my 4-inch wonder, a medical anomaly, too big to be a micro, too small to be a real penis.” She chuckled, seeing how clearly Jack was loving every second. “Go fetch us another bottle of wine from the kitchen, baby. The good merlot on the counter. And walk slowly so we can watch that silly little nub bounce and jiggle the whole way.”
Jack’s mouth went dry. “Kris… please…”
Anna leaned back, her huge breasts spilling over the top of her bra. “Wow! Calling it 4 inches is kind of you.” She teased. “You heard your wife, little brother-in-law. March that 4-inch wonder over there and bring us wine. We’re thirsty… and need to be entertained.”
With his heart racing in excitement, Jack turned and walked toward the kitchen, completely naked. Every step made his stiff little dicklet bounce and sway obscenely. Behind him, the sisters dissolved into laughter.
“Oh my God, look at it go!” Anna howled. “It’s wiggling like a happy little puppy tail! That tiny thing is having the time of its life. I’ve seen my share of dicks, all shapes, sizes, and colors…But not one was this small.”
Kristen’s voice followed him, rich with amusement. “Such a good boy, fetching wine with your pathetic little guy on full display. Does it feel good knowing we’re both staring at your dicklet.”
Jack reached the kitchen, grabbed the bottle, and started back. His erection refused to soften; each humiliating word only made the little nub throb harder, bobbing wildly with every step.
Anna pointed, nearly crying with laughter. “It’s convulsing! Look at that little cocktail weiner flopping around. I’ve never seen anything so eager and so useless at the same time. You’re not about to cum, are you? We haven’t even touched it.”
When Jack returned and handed Kristen the bottle, she took it with one hand while the other casually reached down and gave his leaking wiener a single condescending flick. It bounced wildly.
“Thank you, sweetie,” she purred. “Now stand right there like a good naked wine boy while we talk.. Hands behind your back. I want Anna to get an unobstructed view of that cute little pinky.”
Anna took her fresh glass, eyes locked on his crotch. “This is hilarious. I’m so used to seeing Branson’s huge, hick cock. And you’ve got… this adorable little peepee. Tell me, Jack, does your tiny tot ever make Kristen cum, or does she just pat it on the head and tell it ‘good effort’?”
Jack stood there trembling, completely exposed, his little 4-incher pointing straight at them, twitching under their merciless, giggling stares while both fully-dressed sisters sipped their wine and enjoyed the show.
Kristen took a slow sip of her fresh merlot, eyes sparkling with wicked delight as she looked at her humiliated husband. He’s absolutely loving this, she thought, warmth pooling between her thighs. Look at that pathetic little nub throb. She set her glass down and ran a finger along Jack’s bare hip.
“You should see him on our video calls when he’s away,” Kristen told Anna casually, as if she were sharing a cute recipe. “He begs me to humiliate him. Literally begs. He loves being teased about his tiny little boy clit. I make him watch while I fuck my big, thick dildo, the one that actually fills me up. He strokes that small thing the whole time and thanks me for it.”
Anna’s eyes widened with glee. “No fucking way!”
“Oh yes,” Kristen continued, voice dripping with affection and dominance. “And when we’re home alone? I make my little fuck boy strap that huge dildo on and fuck me with it. He gets so embarrassed, squirming and whimpering while he pleases me with something way bigger than he’ll ever be. I love watching him like that, so desperate, useless, and completely owned.”
“Damn!” Anna burst out laughing, leaning forward so her massive tits strained even harder against the pale blue bra. “You told me about it, but I just had to see it for myself. It is so hilarious!” She pointed right at Jack’s crotch. “Look at how thin he is! That little cocktail weiner looks like it belongs on a baby doll. Hilarious!”
Jack’s face burned scarlet, but inside he was in heaven. Fuck… this is everything. His heart raced wildly. His tiny nub throbbed and bounced with every heartbeat, leaking steadily down the shaft. The shame was intoxicating. He loved every cruel word.
Anna tilted her head, still giggling. “Can I play with it?” she asked her sister, completely ignoring Jack as if his opinion didn’t matter at all.
Kristen smiled warmly and waved a hand. “Do whatever you want with him, sis. My dildo and vibrator give me way more pleasure than that little guy ever could. He knows his place.”
Anna’s face lit up. Still fully clothed in her tight, painted-on yoga pants and pale blue bra, she slid off the couch and sat on the edge of the coffee table, her thick yoga pants-clad thighs spread invitingly. She grabbed Jack by the hips and pulled him forward until his stiff Mini Mushroom rested right on top of her soft, luscious cleavage. The head of his tiny tot nestled between the overflowing mounds of warm titflesh, the pale blue bra framing everything perfectly.
“Mmm, look at that,” Anna purred. She leaned down and spat generously onto his little nub, watching the saliva drip down the short shaft and glisten. “There we go. Nice and slippery.”
Jack groaned, knees shaking.
“Go ahead,” Anna said with a wicked grin, shifting and jutting her tits out. “Hump them, little guy. Show us how you fuck with that pathetic 4-inch worm.”
Jack couldn’t hold back. He started thrusting, sliding his slick little penis between the top of her incredible cleavage. The pressure was light, just the soft, warm tops of her breasts teasing the head and upper shaft. Not nearly enough to let him cum, but more than enough to keep him right on the agonizing edge.
“Oh my God, he’s actually doing it,” Anna laughed, looking up at Kristen. “He’s tit-fucking me with that tiny pink pinky. It barely reaches halfway down my cleavage!”
Kristen watched with hooded eyes, one hand idly stroking her own thigh. “That’s my good little fuck boy. Keep humping, baby. Nice and slow.”
Jack’s breath came in ragged gasps. His slim runner’s body rocked forward again and again, the head of his leaking dicklet poking pitifully at the top of Anna’s breasts while both women stayed completely dressed and relaxed. Every humiliating giggle, every teasing word, made his tiny tot throb harder.
Anna reached up and gave the head of his little nub a condescending little pat. “Aw, listen to him whimper. Keep going, tiny tot. Edge that pathetic pee pee for us.”
“Don’t you cum, Jack. Not yet.” His wife commanded.
Jack’s mind spun with overwhelming shame and pleasure. He was exactly where he belonged, naked, exposed, and helplessly humping his sister-in-law’s spit-lubed tits while his wife watched and smiled.
Jack kept humping desperately, his slick little pink boy clit sliding between the tops of Anna’s overflowing tits. Instinct took over. He reached forward with both hands and eagerly pressed the sides of her massive breasts together, trying to bury his tiny nub deeper into that heavenly cleavage.
Anna’s eyes flashed. Smack. She slapped his hands away hard.
“Nuh-uh,” she hummed in a mocking baby voice, cupping her huge tits and lifting them proudly. “These are for big cocks, little boy. A pathetic penis like yours would just get lost in there forever. You’d never find your way out.” She gave his chest a firm push, forcing him back a step. His frustrated little dicklet bobbed angrily in the air as she stood up and casually returned to the couch, plopping down beside her sister.
“Look at him!” Anna burst out laughing, pointing. “He’s purple now! Your little crayon nub actually changed colors. Poor thing is throwing a tantrum.”
Kristen snorted with laughter, nearly spilling her wine. “Crayon nub! Oh my God, I’m adding that to the permanent rotation. It’s perfect. You’d better stop, little one. Step away.”
Jack’s face burned with humiliation, but his little purple crayon throbbed harder than ever. He was loving every cruel second; he was so close to relief, it took all he had to stop humping Anna’s tits.
Kristen set her glass down and looked at her husband with a fond, dominant smile. “He is really good at a few things, though.” She crooked a finger. “Come here, baby. Show Anna what you’re actually good for.”
Jack dropped to his knees instantly and crawled between his wife’s legs. Kristen slid her panties down her toned runner’s thighs, tossed the damp lace onto the floor, and lifted her skirt. Her smooth, laser-perfect pussy glistened in front of him.
He dove in like a starving man. His flat, firm tongue dragged slowly up her slit, then circled her swollen clit before sucking it between his lips. He moaned loudly into her cunt, whining and humming with pure need as he worshipped her. He pulled her clit gently with his lips, stretching it like a tiny cock, then sucked hard, nursing on it with wet, obscene sounds.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby,” Kristen moaned, sliding her fingers into his dark hair. “Suck Mommy’s cock. That’s right… suck my dick, little fuck boy.”
Jack groaned loudly, the vibration traveling straight into her pussy. He licked and sucked with desperate enthusiasm, tongue flicking fast, then slow, then plunging inside her while his nose rubbed her clit. His own pathetic purple tootsie roll bounced and dripped steadily onto the floor beneath him, untouched and ignored.
Anna watched with wide, delighted eyes, one hand idly squeezing her own massive tit through her bra. “Holy shit, Kris… he really goes for it, doesn’t he? Look at that little ass wiggling while he eats you. His tiny crayon is just flopping around down there like it’s trying to help.”
Kristen’s hips rolled against Jack’s eager mouth, her voice growing breathier. “He knows this is the only way he ever gets to make me cum. Isn’t that right, baby? Keep sucking Mommy’s big clit like the good little pussy boy you are.”
Jack whimpered loudly in response, sucking even harder, lost in the overwhelming mix of shame and arousal. Completely naked, on his knees, pleasuring his fully-dressed wife while her sister watched and laughed, his little penis throbbed angrily, purple and denied, leaking helplessly onto the hardwood floor.
Jack kept devouring Kristen’s smooth, dripping pussy with everything he had. His tongue flicked and swirled, sucking her swollen clit like a miniature cock, humming and moaning loudly into her folds. Wet, obscene sounds filled the living room as he worshipped her.
Kristen’s thighs started trembling around his head. Her breath hitched, chest flushing bright red. “Fuck baby, don’t stop!” She grabbed his hair with both hands and ground her cunt hard against his face. A sharp, high-pitched cry tore out of her as she erupted. Hot cream flooded Jack’s tongue and coated his lips, chin, and beard.
She shoved his head away roughly, gasping, chest heaving. Jack sat back on his heels, face shiny and dripping with her juices, a proud little smile on his face. I did that. I made her cum like that.
Anna watched with wide eyes, thighs pressed together. Holy shit, he really went all in.
Kristen’s voice came out ragged but commanding. “Now finish the job.”
Jack’s proud smile faltered. Anna blinked in confusion. “Finish…?”
“Now,” Kristen snapped, a sharp edge in her tone.
Jack’s shoulders slumped. He stood up dejectedly, his angry purple crayon nub still rock-hard and bouncing, and disappeared down the hallway toward the bedroom. Soft giggles followed him from the couch.
“He really does love it,” Anna said, beaming. “You’re so lucky, Kris.”
Jack heard the praise as he rummaged in the closet. His heart raced with humiliated excitement. Moments later, he returned wearing nothing but a sturdy black leather harness strapped tightly around his waist and thighs. A thick, high-quality, lifelike hollow dildo jutted obscenely from his crotch where his tiny penis used to be. The realistic silicone cock was veined, skin-toned, and heavy–easily eight thick inches with a movable outer skin that felt eerily real.
Anna’s jaw dropped. “Fuck…” She motioned him closer. “Come here.”
Jack stepped forward. Anna wrapped her soft hand around the thick shaft, stroking it slowly, feeling the realistic skin slide over the firm core. “It has movable skin? I had no idea they could be like this…”
“Worth every penny,” Kristen purred, still flushed and breathing hard. She looked at Jack with dark, hungry eyes. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me with that real cock.”
Jack positioned himself between her spread legs. He rubbed the fat, realistic head up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit until the dildo glistened with her cream. Then he pushed forward, sinking every thick inch deep inside her in one smooth stroke.
Kristen’s head fell back. “Oh fuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling. “You’re right, Jack–this won’t take long. God, I’m so close already.”
Jack rolled his hips, giving her deep, short, stirring thrusts the way she loved. The heavy dildo stretched her perfectly, bottoming out with every stroke. Kristen clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. She kissed and bit his neck, moaning into his ear.
“Fuck me…fuck me… fuck me with that fat cock…right there!”
Anna watched in fascination, one hand idly squeezing her own massive tit. “Look at him go… using a fat fake cock because his little crayon nub could never do this.”
Kristen’s moans climbed higher. Her toned runner’s legs wrapped around Jack’s waist, heels digging into his ass. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!” Her whole body suddenly tensed. A sharp, keening cry ripped out of her as she came hard a second time. Toes curling, back arching, she pulled Jack’s hips flush against her, grinding the thick dildo as deep as it would go while her pussy pulsed and gushed around it.
Kristen finally collapsed back against the couch, flushed and glowing, a satisfied smirk on her lips. She patted Jack’s cheek gently. “Good boy… that’s exactly what Mommy needed.”
Jack stayed buried, silicone balls deep between Kristen’s legs until her second orgasm finally faded. She pushed him away, chest heaving, cheeks flushed crimson, breath ragged. The long dong slipped out, coated in her female jizz.
“Well… I have to go in like 25 minutes,” Kristen sighed, glancing at the clock, then over at her sister with a wicked little smile.
She cupped Jack’s face in both hands and kissed him lovingly, slow and deep, tasting herself on his tongue. “What do you want, baby? It’s your turn. Whatever you ask for.”
Jack’s heart slammed in his chest. He looked straight at Anna, then stood up. With trembling fingers, he released the harness, letting the thick, realistic dildo fall to the floor with a heavy thud. His own little penis sprang back into view, still hard, but no longer the angry purple cocktail wiener. It was a flushed, aching 4-inch dicklet again.
He pulled Anna to her feet. Without a word, he sank his face between her massive, bare breasts, inhaling her warm scent. His hands found the clasp of her pale blue bra and flicked it open in seconds. The bra dropped away, and Anna’s enormous G tits spilled free. Her areolas were huge, like giant pepperoni slices, easily four inches across and capped with thick, puffy nipples that looked like they belonged on a baby bottle.
Jack latched onto one immediately, sucking hard like a starving baby, cooing and whimpering against her soft flesh.
Anna and Kristen shared a sly, knowing look over his head.
“Yeah, baby,” Anna cooed in a sugary baby-talk voice. “Suck on Mommy’s titties. You’re such a good little boy. A little boy with a tiny baby dick.” She reached down and tugged his stiff little member, giving it a few condescending strokes. “Look at this silly crayon nub. So cute and useless.”
Kristen laughed softly, still flushed from her orgasms. “He loves those giant mommy nipples. Don’t you, little guy? Keep sucking while you hump her like the desperate pervert you are.”
Anna was now topless, wearing only her tight gray and white yoga pants that clung to her thick thighs and plump ass like a second skin. Jack pushed her back onto the sofa, climbed onto her lap, and buried his face between her massive tits. He started grinding shamelessly, sliding his small, slick penis against the stretchy fabric of her inner thighs.
“Oh?” Kristen teased, watching with amusement. “Is this what you want? You want to hump Anna’s thick thighs like a naughty little dog? Go ahead, you little pervert. Rub that pathetic nub on her.”
Jack moaned around Anna’s fat nipple, sucking harder, hips pumping faster. His little nub slid back and forth along the soft, warm yoga-pant-covered thighs, the friction teasing but never enough.
Anna giggled and stroked his hair. “That’s it, tiny one—Hump Mommy Anna’s legs. Feel how soft and thick they are? Your little weiner could never stretch a pussy like mine, but you can still make a mess on my leggings like a good boy.”
Kristen leaned in, whispering hotly. “Look at him go. Such a pathetic little humper. That acorn dick is never going to satisfy anyone, so he has to settle for thigh-humping his sister-in-law.”
Jack’s pace quickened. Pleasure coiled tight in his belly. He buried his face deeper between Anna’s enormous tits, sucking frantically on those big bottle-cap nipples as his hips jerked faster and faster. With a low, animalistic growl, he finally exploded with thin, watery spurts of cum painting the front of Anna’s gray and white yoga pants.
He kept grinding through the aftershocks, whimpering, until he was spent.
Jack pulled back, panting. His little penis had shrunk dramatically. Now soft and tiny, barely an acorn sitting above his balls.
Anna looked down and burst out laughing. “Oh my God, look at it! It’s even smaller now. Just a cute little button. Did you really just cum from humping my thigh? That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jack’s post-nut clarity hit hard. The teasing stung sharper now, cheeks burning as shame washed over him.
Anna stood up, stretched, and casually slipped out of her cum-stained yoga pants, kicking them aside. She stood completely naked in front of Jack, with thick thighs, a plump ass, and a neatly trimmed little bush above her pussy.
“Well…” she said with a wicked smile, “I guess I’ll have to wash these before going home. And… I could stay the night, if that’s okay?”
Jack could only nod, dazed.
Kristen smiled softly and kissed him again. “I really have to go, sweetie. God, I wish I didn’t.” She quickly cleaned up, grabbed her bags, and headed for the door just as her Lyft pulled up. Her phone chimed. She turned back one last time. “Listen to Anna while I’m gone. She’s in charge. You don’t want a punishment when I get back.”
She looked at her sister. “Still good for the 26th?”
“Of course,” Anna grinned. “I think you’ll really love getting to know Branson.”
“Now… rule number one while I’m in charge: No clothes for boys under 4 inches.” Kristen heard as she closed the door.
To Be Continued…?
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