Something like Paris and Helen. You grew up as a common girl, never knowing your parents lived in secret, hiding their identities for love, and you ne...er knowing you were special by birth. You grew up earning your keep doing menial labor for people of false importance, and no one ever imagined you were, in fact, their superior." That's stupid." Stupid's my specialty." You're just saying that." Unfortunately I'm not." And I'm not the daughter of secret royalty."Lamb sighed. "Doesn't matter.. Former ... former ... former ... it was if at twenty-six she was trying to break some shameful record for having the most listings of ‘former.’The only question that really haunted her was if she was the former mother of Jenny Willetts. She knew she would always be Jenny’s biological mother, but she also knew that any woman could be the biological mother of a child. It took more than simple biology to be a mother. Cindy had so far failed in probably every sense of the word. She didn’t know if. There was porn playing on her tv and by the smell of the place, I'd say she was in the middle of one of her marathon masturbation sessions. We sat on the couch and she asked if I'd lick her bum while she finished jilling herself. After I replied yes, she layed down on the floor, belly down, put a pillow under her midsection, propping her ass up, and reached under herself to frig her clit. I got down behind her, spread her bum cheeks apart and licked the whole length of her dirty ass crack. She. Lydia framed my face in her hands, and gently broke our kiss. “Catherine,” she whispered against my mouth, “isn’t it time you let us touch you?” “Yes,” I mouthed back. Lydia caressed my jaw, and I bowed my neck to savor the tingling sensation she sent down it. “Tell us what you want us to do.” “Lick me.” I rose until I was upright on my knees, towering above the two Straltaira women. I was scared—terrified, actually—and being above them gave me the sense of control I needed. The crawled to me,.