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"A rollicking story." —The Horn Book
"Any reappearance of the irrepressible Pippi Longstocking is cause for celebration. This installment is no exception." -The New York Times
The Little Princess is too sick to walk the dog and she’s far too sick to go to school. But when she’s invited to a party, she makes a miraculous recovery! Until, that is, she eats too many cakes and sweets...
The latest adventure for the naughty Little Princess, who also stars in her own award-winning TV series.
Louis ne cesse de crier : "Au loup! Au loup!" pour faire peur aux gens et s'amuser à leurs dépens. Jusqu'au jour où plus personne ne le croit… Qui ne connaît cette vieille histoire racontée par Ésope et qui a donné naissance à l'expression "crier au loup" ? Tony Ross la rajeunit par son humour noir et son insolence !
Titre recommandé par le ministère de l'Éducation nationale pour le cycle 2 de l'école primaire.
The Little Princess is going camping. Everyone offers to help her, but she won't hear of it.
"I want to do it by myself!" she insists.
And so, she sets off all by herself to find a beautiful place to camp. When she arrives, she realizes there are a few things she has forgotten. Perhaps she could have done with a little help, after all. But fortunately for the Little Princess, the forgotten items mysteriously appear when her back is turned, as if by magic...
The Little Princess does not want to wash her hands. After all, she's already washed her hands so many times!
She's washed her hands before eating and after going outside. She's washed her hands after sneezing and using the potty. Why should she wash her hands anymore?
Well, because of germs and nasties, she's told, which are too small to even see! But if they get inside your body, they can make you ill. Not even a Princess wants to be in bed all day!
Now the Little Princess knows just what to do! She's got just one more question... "Have you washed your hands?"
“Sit the fuck down,” she said, “Matter fact, lay the fuck down on the bed with your hands straight out where I can see them. With the gun to my head, she then began cuffing me to her bed posts. “I’ll be back. I’m about to go to my squad car and call this in, fucking pervert.”
Once she left, I began twisting and turning, desperately trying to slide out of those cuffs, to no avail. I heard her coming back up the steps, so I played cool, deciding that I would have to talk my way out of this. As she neared the door, I said, “Listen, I’m incredibly sorry…” I stopped short when I noticed she was butt naked, just standing in the doorway like a stallion.
Even though my life may have been on the line, I felt my dick rising. She crawled up my body seductively, gun still in hand. Tapping my shaft with the barrel of the pistol. “Who gave you permission to get hard?” she said, smiling while kissing on my neck. Working her way down to my collar bone, running her tongue along my chest to my navel.
She stopped, holding my dick in both hands, “You really do have a pretty big dick.” Then she deep-throated it in one fell swoop. Pulling it out slowly, she giggled, “Oops, I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Let me slow down.” She sat back at the end of the bed, pulling her panties to the side and began rubbing her clit counter clock wise.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“I know you do. I’m looking at how hard I got your cock. You love this shit.”
She began to pull her breasts out and lick them with her freakishly long tongue.
“Wrap that tongue around my dick,” I said.
“I see you’re a talker, aren’t you?” she said, standing up on the bed.
“Since your mouth is so big, put it to good use and suck on my fat pussy,” she said, as she pulled her panties off.
Grabbing the back of my head, she began to grind her pussy on my lips and tongue. Soft sensual moans emitted from her as she moistened.
“Damn, your lips are so fucking soft,” she said.
I began to tease her, flicking my tongue on her clit slowly, in the same pattern she was rubbing it. “Ohh shit baby, don’t tease me like that.”
I kept right on teasing her.
“I said, don’t tease me!” she said, grabbing the back of my head and fucking my face. “I’m about to cum!” she said, “Lick my clit real fast baby.”
I began slowly, working my way up to full throttle, flicking my tongue as fast as I could. “MMMMMmmmm shit! I’m fucking cumming!” she said as she released, her waves splashing on my tongue and chest.
“Let me get that up for you, baby,” she said, as she took that long tongue and began to lick my lips. “I bet you want to come on my face now, huh?”
“I would like that.”
“I bet you would. In due time baby, but for now, let me get that nut up out of that dick.”
“Aren’t you going to un-cuff me?” I asked.
“Why would I go and do a thing like that?” she said with a giggle, as she began to pour baby oil on my dick. “I’m going to save you fucking the living shit out of me for next time.”
Her hands were so soft, not to mention, I looked huge in those small hands. “Mr. Marks, I can’t wait to have this thick, long dick in my pussy. I’m almost tempted to give you a sample on the first date,” she said with a laugh.
Or, au-dessus de la vallée, dans le bois, une famille de renards a établi son terrier. Maître Renard, Dame Renard et leurs quatre renardeaux affamés et malins ont trouvé un astucieux moyen de se ravitailler : Maître Renard va tranquillement se servir dans les poulaillers des trois compères. Dindes dodues et tendres poulets figurent ainsi tous les soirs au menu. Mais les trois grigous méditent une terrible vengeance...
Also in the series: The Mysterious Librarian, The New Football Coach, A Funny Sort of Minister