. it's just..." she stammered."Now stop, Mrs. C," Greg hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silen...e. "I think you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like this," he said disdainfully.Completely awash in confusion, Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat and muttered, "I'm sorry." As you should be Mrs. C., now as a. That helped to calm me down a little.She stepped inside and looked around. From the look on her face I gathered that she was just as much in awe of our new home as everyone else, myself included.Mrs. Rivers turned out to be an attractive woman in her mid to late thirties. I had this picture in my mind of a typical housekeeper being a heavyset Irish woman with a thick accent. She would be in her fifties and gruff as a drill instructor. That obviously didn't describe Mrs. Rivers. So all of a. Love you, Baby!" She giggled."Love you too, Mommy! Tell Sammi she can stop whimpering and crying and hiding her eyes now! Big chicken!" Amy laughed as she made gobbling noises. Amy always maintained turkeys were just big chickens. Or was she making another statement?"Get your gobbling ass down here, Jolly Green Giant, so I can kiss you!" Sammi shouted."I hate to break up this love fest, guys, but Amy, you have a high speed object approaching you from behind showing up on radar. Looks like a. Whatever cum had remained in my mouth, she had scooped out with her own tongue.For days after that, she was as sweet and soft as a kitten. We always argued from time to time... about what to watch on tv, where to eat, etc. But not this time. She was super agreeable with me for a couple of weeks. She would sit on my lap, and sometimes shyly ask for me to go down on her. I never said no.Since she was so agreeable, it was at this point I asked her again if I could watch her pee. For a girl.