I loved being mummies girl. I wanted to be like her and dresslike her. It was hard not to think about other things though I thought.Suddenly another j...lt which knocked me off my chair.I sat there doing my best to be a good girl for what seemed likeforever. Ouch another jolt. Eventually mummy came and said my lessonshad finished. She turned the machine off. I felt a little relieved.Bringing with her a small bowl with some salad she fed me my dinnertelling me all little girls were allowed was. Dinner was a quiet subdued affair with conversation never getting past the "pass the gravy" stage. When I was done I said, "Nice meal honey. Want to join me on the couch and watch JAG while Tammi does the dishes?" Denise said no, that she had some sewing that she needed to get done.The second of the six unlabeled tapes was the JAG tape and I settled back to watch it. I was not surprised when Denise came into the room just before the end of the show. She had on a robe and I was willing to bet. "But good." She started jacking me hard again using both hands. I felt the tingle start."Jenny, you're doing real good. I'm about to cum."She quickly moved her head directly over the tip of my penis, so as not to miss the show. Part of me wanted to warn her about how far my cum would shoot, but a bigger part of me wanted to see this happen."I'm cumming, Jenny, I'm cumming! Right now!! Aaaagh!!" My body started bucking and I watched as the first ropy wad of my cream shot directly into Jenny's. Best Friend Exchange Club! shouted the headline. I read aloud: "Want to borrow a best friend for a romantic night? We might trade." There was an anonymous-looking email address and nothing more. "Where did you find this?" "A friend of a friend pinned it to her Shareboard account." "So?" She hesitated, then blurted, "So I wrote her. Here's the reply." She gave me a second slip of paper. Best Friends Exchange Club! We are a pair of best friends who have talked about love between women for years,.