We were naked and beautiful and what we were doing was wild, but in the back of my passion clouded mind I knew that much of my excitement had to do wi...h the perversity of it all. The two in the mirror weren't just two women, they were mother and daughter. The slim brunette on top was not Donna or Carol, she was Annie, my little girl. My little lesbian slut. Or maybe I was her lesbian slut. Not little. Big and fat. Big tits, big cunt, big ass. Oh shit, how I wanted this. I had always wanted. I made a list of items that I wanted Amy to get for the house. More cookware, more cooking utensils, plates, glassware, silverware, cups (Tervis brand), coffee mugs, at least two different size bowls, a mixer, a blender, a multi-slice toaster, a second coffee pot (one of those K-cup types), serving ware, and knives of various sizes and maybe a large block to hold them, a knife sharpener, mixing bowls, large popcorn bowls, and one more appliance for the kitchen……an ice maker (I hate buying bags. Lana is a big, beautiful Jamaican woman, a big lady with HUGE breasts, a nice big bum and a gorgeous face. We had all been out together a few times and been to a few parties, dinner parties and so on together. ‘You know Lana?’, ‘Yes’, I replied. ‘She fancies you, you know. She doesn’t know about us, but she keeps saying that I should fuck you. If only she knew!’ I told her that I had kind of guessed that Lana was interested, but I didn’t want to upset her (Azma) by taking it further. She. Yeah, my father works in law enforcement. My mother went back to school for Nursing, earned her Master’s degree in Nursing at the University of Ottawa and nowadays she works at the Hotel Dieu Hospital in Kingston. When we were younger, my brother Washim showed signs of being lazy and inclined to mischief like so many young Somali brothers, but my father told him that if he ever got in trouble with the law, he’d shoot him himself. When my father talks like that, he’s not joking. He’s a strong.