That story was about how I lost the big “V” kinda story. The story did okay and some people liked it (THANKS Emilia especially!), but my boyfriend...found out about it and I had to delete my profile and there was a whole bunch of drama about that story. He was sort of pissed I wrote about it?? Guys? Anyways, that drama has all calmed down now and we had a “time-out” for a bit and I made this new profile. I don’t plan on telling any boys about this profile hehe. Too much damned drama! As my mom. Why I wanted her to come with me. She was doubtful - she had the sameproblems of covering herself, and even had twice as many boobs toconceal.She finally found a rather tight leotard, with a leather micro skirtover it. I thought I could hear our hearts beating as we slipped outthe back door. All was dark, quiet... even the pool was silent. Iwasted a second wondering if that poor mermaid dreamed... or _what_ shedreamed...Once in the guard building the Optidyne's screen gave us all the lightI. I liked to keep myself mostly shaven down below, only keeping a landing strip. I let out a small moan as I played with my clit. I moved down lower between the folds of my aroused pussy where I could already feel how wet I was. It felt so good to touch myself like that so I continued to move down with the intention of fingering myself. I slipped one finger in and began finger fucking myself slowly. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I slipped a second finger in. The feeling was absolutely. “Can’t you see that Dad doesn’t feel good? I need to talk to you. Both of you. Come with me.”“Who put you in charge?” asked Julie, truculently.“Nobody. I just want to talk,” said Bobby. “You don’t have to do anything except listen.”Barbie followed him without a word. Rather than be left out of the conversation, Julie reluctantly went after them. He didn’t take them far, just out of earshot of their father.“Look,” said Bobby, keeping his voice calm. “A lot happened. Personally, I don’t want to.