She drove us back out to the same factory. I got in, but before I started to drive I said, "I'm sorry that I didn't call you. There was a police raid ...t the school, and they arrested me. I spent the last weekend with the lawyer, the school, and the police." I read about that. Am I in trouble? Did you rat me out?" Oh, no. You've nothing to worry about, and neither do I." I went on to tell her the entire story leaving nothing out. When I talked about standing naked in the tub with my hands over. Fortune had blessed Rebecca with the discovery of an experienced midwife in the personage of Gudrun, cementing their developing foster-mother-daughter relationship. Rebecca considered Frieda her adopted little sister, and had already converted the 5-year-old to 21st Century thinking. Perverted her, Gudrun might disagree. As a mother, she loathed Rebecca’s taste in music. Frieda had developed a surprisingly good singing voice, memorizing nearly every song in Rebecca’s playlist. She sang day and. He told her to lift her little bottom as he slid her bikini off. He then pushed her legs back and just stared at her pussy. Again, she was perfect. Her pussy was so beautiful. A perfect little patch of hair and full lips. He moved his face in and kissed her pussy. Her body arched violently. He wasted no time. His tongue went to work on her. I had never seen anything like that before. I was mesmerized. I was afraid I would make a noise and they would find out. He was licking,. I pushed her back on the bed, lifting her hips up high, her loose skirt falling to the sides, and her legs splaying out lewdly back over her head. I pried her pussy apart and slipped all the fingers of my right hand into her hole, working them in deeply, then twisting slowly back and forth. I set the thumb of my left hand onto her anus, then lowered my head and flicked my tongue back and forth over it as I worked her cunt. She came hard, clenching at my hand. When I pulled them away, her ass.