Snow white swept around the kitchen.
She put the seven small chairs back under the table, she picked up the seven breakfast plates, and the seven empty mugs and began to fill the sink.
Once the dishes were done, she would make the seven beds upstairs, pick up seven sets of dirty underwear, and clean the bathroom that looked like a bull had been let loose there.
She was grateful beyond words that these seven guys had let her stay and put a roof over her head, but she was so bored, she could do with some fucking excitement.
As the most beautiful woman in the land she had had no shortage of attention, and never went wanting for some male attention, but it had been weeks.
And here she was living with seven, attractive men, yes shorter than average, but still packing all the right equipment to make her happy.
Snow white sighed hopelessly, and set about her day's tasks.
Her day's tasks completed, Snow White, sat at her mirror and brushed her black hair absently, when she heard the oncoming singing of her boys coming home.
They seemed in good spirits as they jostled through the garden gate and headed towards the front door.
Snow listened at the window to what they were saying.
" I'm telling you, if she's wearing that blue dress again, wait till she leans over the table, you can absolutely see her tits!"
That was Bashful's voice. Of all the guys to say something like that! He'd said barely two words to her all these weeks and all this time he'd been looking down her dress!
That explained the state of his underwear though, she thought.
"We've let her stay, rent-free mind, and not so much as a thank you handjob."
Grumpy! Snow White thought, shocked.
All you had to do was ask.
"Well she kissed me on the cheek one time and her hand brushed my you know what!"
Snow white giggled to herself, that hadn't been an accident, she had wanted to see if they were short all over. They were not, and now she knew why he was called Happy.
So they did think of her in that way...interesting.
She looked through the few items of clothing she had.
Well if you liked the blue dress Bashful, wait till you get a load of this.
She shrugged off the blue dress and underwear, then slid the silk nightie over her head.
It whispered down her pale body, covering her curves like a shiny ivory skin. It dropped to just below her buttocks and hung over her curves as if she were made of slick marble. Her stiffening nipples stood proud and unashamed.
Time to go see my boys, she thought wickedly.
Snow White walked to the kitchen door and stood in the frame watching the guys bustle and jostle each other, cooking dinner, setting the table and generally getting in each other's way.
"Hello boys," she called from the doorway, "what's cooking?"
The hub hub died down as each man in turn noticed her standing there, plates were dropped, feet were trodden on and as the melee died away, jaws fell open.
"Well Miss White, er.. what are ya...I mean where are your...I, er...you look very nice," blustered Doc.
"Oh boy, you look swell miss, a real humdinger,"
If Happy smiled anymore the top of his head would fall off.
There was a general murmur of agreement.
Bashful had his head in his hands.
"I need some strong men in my bedroom to...move things around," she hazarded. " I'll probably need all of you to help?"
The clatter of chairs and dinnerwear resumed as they all raced each other up the stairs.
Snow white looked over to the armchair and saw Sleepy out like a light.
*Too bad buddy, terrible time to take a nap* she thought plaintively, and followed the other six up the stairs.
"So...what d'ya need moving Miss?" Asked happy, happily.
" You know, I think I'd Like this trunk here, like this."
She indicated a spot diagonally in the middle of the room.
Two of the guys grabbed an end and positioned it thus.
"And this footrest, I'd like it here." She indicated another spot next to the trunk, diagonally opposite, so the two items would create a crude semi-circle.
