Gretchen dressed me now. That was a thing. She placed me on the bed like I was a baby and put underwear on me. "You are such a cutie!" she exclaimed. She also dressed me up with shorts and a shirt. It wasn't my normal attire, but she seemed to be more focused on the garb of her region, so in that way I suppose it made sense. "Now, we're going to see my mommy and daddy, so you have to be a good little boy, ja?"
"Yes mommy," I said.
She picked me up and carried me to her parent's house, who lived (shockingly) next door. In all of the excitement, I never even got to look outside and learn where I was. Talk about small towns. We walked in, and her family was already at the dinner table. She found her chair at the end of the table (it was more of a bench). She placed me on her lap and turned me towards her. I guessed I would be staring at her massive chest for the night.
"Gretchen, how is the married life treating you?" asked Hans.
"I love it. We've already made some memories. He's my wittle baby boy and I wove him so much!" She pressed me into her breasts, which were exploding over her light pink top. "He loves when I rub his little face in my breasts like this." She dragged me across her chest. My face wiped across her large breasts, bumping over the contours. It was like being shoved face first across a bed, with two big pillows for my head. I was conscious of the fact that Gretchen had my GPS inside of her vagina. Tonight I had a different kind of mission: to retrieve my tool vaginally. It certainly added tension to the night, knowing full well I had to egg on sex with her just to get to the GPS device. I feared the concept of giving her the impression I was attracted to her. If she assumed we weren't getting along, perhaps she would be more willing to break it off smoothly. Unfortunately, every move I had made so far has brought us closer together.
As the night continued, I used a seductive tactic to let her know I was interested. It was made all the easier due to me sitting on her lap facing her. When I felt the attention had shifted away from us, I quietly slipped my hand into her skirt and rubbed her thigh, edging my way ever closer to her vagina. I could feel through the fabric she was wet, perhaps wetter than she had ever been. Wetness was now oozing down her thigh, thick beyond measure. She looked down at me and gave me a smile. My finger swiped the cum off of her thigh. Staring at her lovingly, I put my finger in my mouth and tasted it. I've tasted worse in my life. Gretchen shook, and I thought I was going to get flung off.
