Blond haired, tanned and stacked with an over abundant bust, she almost cried out airhead rather than journalist.“What are you staring at?” Mary a...ked, seeing the intensity of Linda’s gaze.“I guess I just wanted to see if she managed to clean off her mouth after she finished her interview,” Linda said in frustration.“That’s wicked,” Mary laughed softly.“I shouldn’t have said that,” Linda said a moment later. “It sounds so petty.”“I guess so,” Mary responded. “Then again, who knows, it might be. She stood up quickly and in a flash had her panties down. Put these in your pocket she said. I did and she began undoing my pants. I tried to tell her that her granny was only about twelve feet away. She said get you dick hard. I said I'll need help. She lifted her nighty to show me her tally shaved pussy. I had asked her several times to shave it but she wouldn't. But now there it is hairless as the day she was born. My dick stood up straight. As I sat on the edge of the couch she turned her. “All the time.” I quickly licked my fingers and plunged them inside my vagina, working them deep as I began to move the vibe around more forcefully on my clit. I clenched my teeth against my lower lip in a contorted grimace, knowing that I didn’t look too attractive at that moment but determined to get the job done. My body was starting to respond too; I could sense the familiar tingling sensation building within my pelvis, only this time I knew it was going to be more intense than ever. How. ” With a pained smile she went on, “She’s the girl-child he longed for since your sister Emmy’s death. That was easy for me to figure out.”“But he didn’t know that until Aziza told him. It was the last thing she told him before she died.” Overcome with emotion he stifled his tears, breathing heavily to keep them from spilling. He told me, Mom. It was the last words he spoke to me. How could you POSSIBLY have known?”“I knew she couldn’t be your child, Charles” she answered with a smile. “Though.