“Heh, yeah,” was her response. “So, that was funny, but what’s your excuse?”“I spotted another Purple Girl and had to come say hi. I’m J...lie. Hi.”“Oh,” the girl said, taking note of the dress Julie was wearing. “Er, hi.” She bent her head down into the notebook and started writing again, hoping the strange older woman would get the hint and go away. Julie remained undaunted and sat on the grass next to her.“Hey, we’re rare as fuck. Take a look around.” Julie started pointing out other girls her. Oh yess..." Her left hand redoubled its efforts on his cock while the right reached slowly behind the head of the bed.Jared's head spun with the slick sensation of his mom's hand on his cock, the warmth of all that soft, silky skin pressed against his, the taste of her titflesh in his mouth, the way her subtle, musky perfume filled his nose. He almost didn't notice when she snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists."MMphh, nnoo," he pulled his mouth off of his mom's delicious tit, protesting. Aroslav: In any way. You are really quite small, you know?SANDRA: Have we finished analyzing my body now? Can we do the interview?aroslav: Interviews are questions that you answer.SANDRA: So ask.aroslav: How old are you and when's your birthday?SANDRA: A lady gets no respect. I'm nineteen years old. My birthday is May 18. I'm a Taurus. I have green eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Do I really need to give my bra size?aroslav: No. Let the readers imagine that. They wouldn't believe me anyway.. "Me either. I'm Tammie's Mom, by the way." Oh, hi Mrs. Mitchel," I mumbled, coming out of my daze and quickly withdrawing my hand from in my pajamas."Call me Deb," she waved her hand at me. "I haven't been Mrs. Mitchel for five years. Come down to the kitchen, we'll have a coffee."I followed Lacey down to the kitchen, stunned."Do you take sugar?" She asked. I nodded."One."As she stretched up to reach the sugar, I couldn't help noticing how the T-shirt strained against her impressive cleavage,.