"Put a finger in that tight little pussy."Mita inserted a finger in her pussy and started pulling it in and out."I want you to stick two fingers up th...re," Michael said. "You can take it, it's had my cock."Mita wanted to cry but instead submitted, touching herself with two fingers. Her other hand continued to fondle her breasts.Michael's cock was hard again, the thick member bulging in his pants. "Pull your fingers out," Michael said. "Look at all the juices on your fingers. You love this Mita,. But, they’re the sort of things that people tend to hide simply because they’re not socially appropriate.“Are you guys going to answer me, or are you lost in each other again?”Did Kara ask us something?I didn’t hear anything.“Sorry Kara. We were having a very interesting conversation.”She shook her head. “I could see that Emanuel. But can you really call it a conversation when it’s not spoken or written in some way?”I think Laura just arrived, and your parents seem to be just behind her.That. But I always longed for a daughter of my own, when my husband passedaway from a heart attack, I was so stricken by grief I fell into a self-destructive cycle of drinking, prescription pill abuse and promiscuity.It's not a period of my life that I'm proud of but something wonderfulcame out of it my youngest son Parker. My pretty little mistake.I've no idea who the father is but he's so much smaller and more finerfeatured then my square jawed sons who take after their father. So whenhe came along. I didn’t have time to take them off without being late. We can do it now, but that will cut into your time, because I need to put them on when we get to Frisch’s.”“True. You have to take me for a long drive with the T-tops off sometime.”I put the car in gear and pulled out of her driveway. As we headed to Frisch’s, we chatted about the first week of school. When we got there, we went in and were seated in a booth.Erin went right to her point.“So, is this a dinner, ice cream, and take me home.