I still missed her, but I just couldn't live in that painful past anymore. I couldn't remember her healthy anymore and that hurt more than losing her...the first time. So I moved away. In Iowa I mostly did odd jobs and drive a delivery truck while I lived on an old farm where I could grow my own food, but paid my bills mostly with by working on the internet as my primary job writing computer software. I'm not a hippy, but just wanted to get away from everybody and have some time to myself. . Lying back on the bed Becky crooked one knee so her pussy lips were parted and began to stroke herself gently as she murmured, “your turn Mum.” Stacey blushed as she unhooked her bra and let her heavy breasts swing free, worried that perhaps they would be too large and ponderous for Becky’s taste. Her fears were removed as she heard daughter mutter under her breath, “Oh Mum they are magnificent.” To confirm her feeling Stacey saw her daughter part her pussy lips and start to rub at her engorged. It was a thrill she would dearly love to repeat!Penis bouncing, she ran back to her little home. It wasn’t bashfulness that made her seek the shelter of her room. No, it was just plain common sense. While the money would help out a lot, Mona knew what her real valuables were! She didn’t want to risk losing anything that had become invisible with her. The somewhat musky underpants in her hand were worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox!It was the work of a moment to stash her ill gotten gains. She had long fingers like Emma had. Lena only noticed Emma's length when she played some classical music shit one afternoon on her mother's piano that Tim had shipped. Shasta's were the first thing she noticed about her outside of her big tits.Lena secretly referred to her as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, because of hair, eyes, and always wearing black. Black blouses, black jeans or slacks, black socks, and black shoes. She had a necklace of black onyx, two bracelets of black onyx, and several.