Myparents always teased me about having long hair and me being so petite,even my little sister who is taller than me is always teasing me."Umm mommy, ... mean mom I am umm, okay I just haven't been feeling verygood. I went to the pharmacy and they gave me something over the counterbut they said it might mess up my bladder control for a couple days, andguess they are right mommy. I did not even know I went potty until Ifelt it dripping down my legs mommy, I am so sorry."My mom is hugging me. She would touch his cock, but it was hard reaching behind herself, between their bodies to touch that wonderful bulge. Try as she might, she couldn’t get more than a fingertip or two upon it. How, she wondered, could she make him move on.His right hand released her right breast, fingers outstretched, traced a meandering path down her belly. She rolled it, encouraging him, hoping he was heading in the direction she sought, then he broke their kiss long enough to whisper in her ear. “Don’t. . Archie was a right laugh. He was relatively small in stature, delicate even, but also one-hundred percent heterosexual. He was just a really smashing bloke who happened to be serving 8 years for making money out of his hobby. He became my best friend when I intervened in an argument that was going on one day when I got back to our cell. A big bullying thug was threatening him for his 'ciggy' allowance, - demanding that he hand them over or he'd tear him a new arsehole. I made it quite clear. I change direction and follow the corridor to the left instead. Soon I can hear the bouncy strides of someone trying to catch up. I slow down and glance to my right. I stop when I see Jennifer hurriedly moving towards me. Her camel crop sweater fails to dampen the juggling of her breasts as she attempts large strides despite the restriction provided by her white pencil skirt. She was not a business major but chose the Entrepreneurship courses to be her electives. Her mom was my dad's.