In front of him, awash in the pale hand held light walked my mother and Josh Cavanaugh, their hands cupped behind their heads."You don't have to do th...s," my mother said. She was trying to sound calm, but an undercurrent of fear tinged her words."Quiet," my host - Jake - said. "You'll be fine once your daughter comes through. I suggest you pray real hard she doesn't try to screw me. It might be a long time in the dark if she stalls."A bolt of pure rage shot through me. The bastard left my. ” “But I bet you’re curious…” Another deep breath and Kate held Aline’s breasts. Firm and jutting, they were warm and filled her hand. She squeezed them and found she enjoyed the sensation. “Have you? With a girl?” “Kate, I’m bi. I love it with girls and you already know I love it with guys. I’ve always wanted to do this with you, but we can stop anytime if you’re not OK.” This was way beyond curiosity. Kate whispered, “You’re right, Aline. I have been curious.” Aline kissed her and Kate found. One day she had been reading an article in a younger woman's magazine whilst sitting under a dryer at the salon. It talked about sex toys, toys for your pussy, another could stimulate a woman's anus, others could be shared between 2 women. These were all very interesting, and at the bottom was a mailing address. She had noted that it was charged discretely and articles came in a buff coloured package. She went home that same afternoon and phoned the company, Ten days later in the. Mum had made up a cupful of Colman’s English Mustard, and there was a bit of wheezing and sniffling as the others got used to the greater strength when you make it from the powder, rather than the ready-mixed jars. (Dad always kept the empty distinctive yellow tins; he said that they were ideal for keeping safe the odd screws, nuts and washers that would otherwise have got lost or mixed up in his shed or workbench in the garage.)Fred and Malcolm volunteered to wash up and dry, and Julie and I.