Okay. Now what are you going to do with this mold of my dau ... of Kara?” asked Akina.Ashley looked like she was deep in thought then said, “I’l... tell you but first I want to know your real relationship with Kara.”Akina came close to me and looked as if she wanted to hide behind me. I gave her a quick hug then said, “It’s okay you can tell her. I trust her.” then I whispered into Akina’s ear, “Just not with the truth on who the father of my baby is.”“I am married to her Father. So you can say I. "You're a very pretty little schoolgirl in your summer dress." He said, still blocking the doorway. I felt a little easier. "Yes you're a right little cutie in that girls' summer term school uniform." He added, closing the bedroom door. He couldn't take his eyes off me. "Thank you you pretty little thing." He said moving to sit on the double bed, only then removing his hands from his trouser pockets. I walked across to him to leave the room, my skirt bouncing off my bottom again. I waited. When she went to live in California she saw that as an opportunity to finally be more confident in her appearance and she ended up doing much better than she expected. She would at times wear tank tops with ripped jeans or jean shorts when going to class. Sometimes she’ll wear sundresses when going outside the university. Bikinis and swimsuits were a big no for her. For footwear she’ll always wear either sneakers, boots, or tennis shoes. She always had a phobia of feet which also includes her. She pulled a pair of crumpled up, dirty panties from the hamper and raised them to her nose taking a deep breath...they smelled just like she remembered. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her other hand down the inside of her jeans and past the waistband of her panties and went straight to her throbbing pussy. She then looked closely at the panties, moving them around in her hand to expose the crotch, opened her mouth and stuck the crotch of the panties in her mouth and closed her lips around.