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 ï>¿Fay is caught baking

   It was a glorious afternoon , but with husband Julian away for the day ,
Fay decided to amuse herself by doing some baking.Not something she was
particularly good at , but it would fill in the day.  So there she was in
the kitchen with her hands submerged in a mixing bowl and well covered in
flour .

   "I'll make Julian some nice home made biscuits and a fruit pie as well ,
I have a tin of forest fruits so that will be just the job, " she muttered
to herself.

   Now she was no wizard in the kitchen and pretty soon there was flour and
biscuit mix together with pastry all over the work surfaces , in fact it
was becoming too much for her , she would brush her hair back in temper ,
only to get flour and dough in her hair.  It was getting every where , on
her blouse , her skirt , even dropping down her legs.

   If things were not bad enough , there was then a knock at the door.

   "You'll have to let yourself in , I am up to the elbows with my baking
," Fay shouted .

   The kitchen door opened , in walked little Timmy from up the road, "My
mam wants to borrow some sugar , " he explained.  "There's some in that top
cupboard , just help yourself , if I try you will get covered in this
pastry mix , " an exasperated Fay said.  "You are in a right state , "
commented Timmy , "it's all over the place , you've got flour in your hair
and look it's on your top and skirt.  "

   Fay turned to face Timmy , she had her hands to her side holding the
counter behind her , she looked totally frustrated with her hair flopping
over her face.  Their eyes met , Fay had a look of defeat about her , Timmy
had a look of opportunity.

   "Your husband is not going to like this mess , look at the mess you have
made of the kitchen , look at the state of your clothes ," and as Timmy
said it he picked some mix off her skirt.  "It's even here on your leg , "
said Timmy as he picked off some more mix from her bare knee .  As he did
so , he put his hand back on her knee and gently stroked his hand above her
knee and under her skirt.

   Fay was startled and confused , she would have pushed him away but that
would cover him in flour and no doubt lead to his mother complaining , so
she stood transfixed with her hands gripping the counter behind her.

   Timmy was now stroking the front and back of her upper leg , his fingers
tracing her hamstring, "I am sure I could be convinced not to tell your
husband, " Timmy teased with his hand now well up her skirt.

   "No ...no ," Fay protested as she felt his hand stroke further up her
leg , " please Timmy you mustn't , it's just that ....  well you see ....,"
"What's the problem Fay , I'm doing you a favour ," Timmy added as his
fingers squeezed the back of her quadricep.  " You must stop , you see I've
got no knickers on , everything is bare under there."

   Timmy did not stop.  With purpose he moved his hand from the top of her
thigh , accross to her groin , his fingers combing into her bush.  " Whose
got a hairy one ,Fay?  " Timmy teased.  "Oh please , " she tried to
protest. " A nice hairy one to play with , " he commented as he started to
play with a few hairs , pulling them out and letting go.He brushed his hand
in and out of her bush at will , delighting in feeling the bareness under
her skirt , stroking the top of each thigh and then sliding his fingers
back into her nest of hairs.

   "Please don't tell anyone you have felt me, " she requested.  "Maybe ,"
replied Timmy , "but it will cost you a rub , " and at that he slipped two
fingers onto the lips of her vagina and gently circled his fingertips. 
"Aaah , oh my God , " Fay cried as she tried to come to terms with her
ordeal.  But Timmy was rubbing away , up and down , clockwise and
anti-clockwise.  To her horror ,Fay was becoming moist.

   "Oh what a nice sound your lttle fanny is making, " Timmy embarrassed
her further , and to emphasise his point , just as Fay felt it could not
get any worse , he slipped two fingers inside her.  "Nooo..," she cried in
vain .  "Tell me what I'm doing Fay , come on I want to hear you say it ,
tell me or I won't stop ," he commanded as his fingers beat a rythym inside
her.  "You ..  you , well you are giving me the finger in my own kitchen, "
she volunteered.  "Who is Fay , I want to hear you say it ," "you are , I'm
sorry , I mean it's well you timmy you are giving me the finger.

   Timmy looked satisfied at her humiliation , he stopped his thrusting and
instead stsrted to lift up the hem of her skirt, "Right let's have a look
at it ," "Please no, " Fay pleaded.  But Timmy was not going to stop , up
and up came the skirt , Fay gripped tightly onto the shelf behind her ,
knowing that any second...  Well that second was now, Timmy was holding her
skirt right up and staring at her exposed bush.  "Orrr , isn't it cute ,now
I can see all those lovely black hairs , nice thatch Fay , that is one nice
hairy triangle you have there."

   Fay just died of humiliation , to be in her own kitchen with her most
private part on show to a neighbour's son , well it was more than she could
bear , or even bare , if you like.  "Hmmm, " pondered Timmy , " I think a
little forfeit is required for being found with no knickers on.  " He
picked up the open tin of forest fruits , and tipped the contents over her
bare bush , the filling seeped down through her hairs , the fruit sticking
in the hairs while some fell to the floor , he placed the can back on the
shelf and then gently massaged the mess into ner crotch.

   Fay sighed and gasped , her hairs matted together in the syrupy mess ,
yet still his hand swirled the fruit through her bush.  "That will teach
you not to wear knickers and deny me the fun of pulling them down , yes
that pleasure will have to wait until another time , won't it Fay?" Fay was
shellshocked and unable to speak.  "Yes I think I will be coming round
again , Fay , to pull your knickers down next time , and I think a few
friends should be here , don't you Fay ?  "You you mustn't , but you can't
, " she said to no avail.  "Oh yes , next week Fay , a select group of my
friends and your knickers are coming down in front of them, bye for now."