It was a little meaty for my taste but it was already soaking wet. I began to suck on her clit like she did to me."Good whore," she said. I then pul...ed back the hood of her clit, seeing the little pink ball appear. I started to rub it and she started to go crazy. "Finger me", she said. Her pussy was surprisingly tight for an older women. I began to finger her as my tongue lapped her clit. She played with her nipples the whole time, occasionally reaching down, touching herself then. Helen put her hand back in her lap and felt Tanya’s hand on her thigh, she was getting so hot anticipating all sorts of things in her head. Tanya’s hand slide up her skirt to the top of her stockings, Tanya then lent across and kissed her pushing her tongue deep in Helen’s mouth, Helen responded and their tongues found each other. Tanya moved her hand up to between Helen’s thighs and felt the wetness through her panties and kissed her harder, Tanya’s fingers pulled the panties to one side and. My back ached, my feet throbbed, and the rest of me felt tired, bloated, and crappy. To be fair, all that started long before I hit the mall. Being eight months pregnant can do that to a girl.Make that an unmarried, pregnant girl. Of course, I'm no girl either, although it does seem like I stopped growing a lot sooner than the owner's manual told my parent's to expect. In her infinite wisdom, Mother Nature decided five-foot nothing was more than enough for Becky Miller to handle. So there's not. His concern for your daughter is nothing unwholesome, I assure you. In fact, I'd urge that you consider her as being well protected, well looked after.Mike palmed and studied his coffee cup, ordering his thoughts. Frank and Madeline, more relaxed now, waited for Mike to continue."She is a very lucky girl, actually. She loves your sister, her Aunt Helen, and she's developed a case of hero worship for her Uncle Ken. He's a witty, charming character as well as being an exceptionally talented.