Like mother, like daughter they say. I want mother to see how white girls masturbate.”A couple of swats with the switch convinced Jenny to proceed. ...er shorts were still down to her knees and her finger was still in her asshole, but she managed to waddle to Nan lying on the lawn chair.Her mother had not seen her and now that she was close Jenny could see her tongue deep in Nan pussy and her eyes were shut. She was lapping her pussy like a dog in heat.Nan looked up partly in surprise and then. I know no man has talked to her as I am. She looks down at you as you kneel there, thighs spread a skirt pulled up around your waist. I hear her sigh as she lowers herself to the floor onto her knees and still lower til kneeling before the desk, she bites her lip as if to silence the rage she feels in doing so. I watch you sit upright and straight as if to show her the proper way. I see she has her thighs pressed tightly together, her arms folded below her breasts as if to show her defiance to. But her phone alarm rang, warning her that the time was up and she climbed out of the tub, found a soft terry cloth and dried-off. She sauntered into her bedroom and stared at the pile of bags on her bed. Jean searched through them until she found the bag which she thought was lingerie. Everything on the list had come from shops all over the city. Per the instructions, she had just showed the clerk Gene’s identification and the package was picked up. As she was pushed for time, she didn’t. .One morning Jess was as sick as a dog, at first I thought it might have been something she ate. Then she told me that we were a wee bit pregnant."Remember that night on our honeymoon when you got greedy and went for seconds? You forgot the franger, I thought I was in my 'safe' period and didn't worry, like Dom said Vatican roulette doesn't work." Jess, you have made me the happiest man alive, I know we talked about having a baby and I would have liked to have planned it but our child will be.