Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. Through the sheer nightgown I could see pink knickers. Although they were darker than the top, they still were very sheer. It was obvious how much dark hair there was on my mother's bush behind the material. I had seen my Mum naked and in her underwear before many times, but this was so different. Yet seeing the large patch of dark hair between her legs this time was special. I started "the show" first. I turned the magazine to the pictures of the woman that looked amazingly like my mother. As.Read More
