She seemed... familiar, somehow. But he couldn't make the connection.Like a loose tooth, it nagged at him until, just as Marty was serving the pumpkin...pie, it dawned on him. Marty's daughter reminded him of Flo!Flo! He hadn't thought of her in years. In fact, she'd dropped out of his mind about the time his car reached Seattle, all those years ago. He hoped all had gone OK for her. But, boy was she stupid, to think that she could tie him down by getting knocked up.He conveniently forgot that. .. I only let him appreciate the design of the lace bra for a few seconds before lifting my breasts out of the cups for him to enjoy the true beauty of the display.Then I leaned back and spread my legs.Watching his eyes move to take in a good view of my naked, slightly hairy cunt was almost enough to make me cum again. (This whole experience had me edging before I knew what edging was.)I don't recall how it happened or how we got there, but sometime after I showed the taxi driver my pussy, he. I was a little surprised that Jace was concentrating on criminal psychology and Ann was concentrating on business management. Finally, my curiosity would not leave me alone, and I asked Jace the reason for his deep interest in criminal psychology. His answer floored me: he was preparing himself to be a modern day Sherlock Holmes!Ann chimed in with the statement that she would be Jace's Dr. Watson. They both had been profoundly affected about some things they had read on the internet and in the. Nothing more than history that had been distorted by a thousand years of embellishment by storytellers and priests, or by mothers trying to frighten their children into behaving.I knew all the stories, relishing them as a child: the Tyrants, Mark and Mary, who could enslave you with a single word, and who commanded the forces of nature itself; silver-tongued Alison and her demonic wife Desiree, who could suck out your soul with her kiss; April, with her eyes made of glass that would freeze a.