Another women comes out of the kitchen. She has red hair, pale skin and green eyes. She's wearing a pink tee shirt that reads "It's five o'clock somewhere." In her hands is a freshly made Margarita.
"Sabrina darling," she says in her New Jersey accent, "the poor thing is scared to death."
The red head walks over to the frightened young man.
"Shh, Chunnie baby. It's ok. Have a drink, it will loosen you up a bit."
"But I don't want to..mmmpphhh..."
The tangy goodness drips down the back of his throat and out the corners of his mouth. The redhead reaches out and wipes up the excess liquid with her thumb.
"Don't worry baby. We aren't going to hurt you. This is for your own good....."
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LOL...My fantasies and my hormones are out of control.....
Date: 2009-09-08 02:25 pm (UTC)From:"Sabrina darling," she says in her New Jersey accent, "the poor thing is scared to death."
The red head walks over to the frightened young man.
"Shh, Chunnie baby. It's ok. Have a drink, it will loosen you up a bit."
"But I don't want to..mmmpphhh..."
The tangy goodness drips down the back of his throat and out the corners of his mouth. The redhead reaches out and wipes up the excess liquid with her thumb.
"Don't worry baby. We aren't going to hurt you. This is for your own good....."