Then it was my Birthday once again and Bethany sent me a suggestive text telling me that she had abandoned her plans for a meal out, and that she had ...omething very special in store for me. She told me though that she had no stockings to wear as she had laddered them all, and that if I wanted a special Birthday present I needed to buy a pair of stockings in my favourite colour.I had bought stockings and tights before for Bethany but I hated doing so. I always felt like the checkout assistants. Carla smiled past the cock in her mouth. The stranger brought her head off his cock, and met her lips, kissing her deeply. He could taste some of his precum mixed in with her cherry flavored lip gloss. A long strand of spit hung off of her chin. She wiped it up with a finger, giggling while it dangled off the end, then licked it up with her tongue. “Get in the back…” the stranger demanded. “Yes sir…” Carla said coyly. “Daddy…” the stranger snapped as he spanked her. Carla. .. um ... it was a sort of sexy dream,” she said, a little uncomfortable. She suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything.“I love those kinds of dreams,” said her mother.“Really?”“You may have noticed there is no man in my life,” said Mindy, her voice droll. “Those kinds of dreams are the only sex life I have.”“Mom!” Jennifer was astonished her mother would say something like that.“What? You’re growing up. And while I may not have a sex life any more, yours is out there somewhere, waiting for you. "Anita clutched her glass and drank deeply trying to soften her annoyance, and feelings of dread. When she looked at me, I could see that I had gone too far, her face was drawn and pale.Taking her hand, I stood and drew her close to me holding her firmly, "I'm sorry darling, don't misunderstand me I'm just trying to see how someone might do this to us." Then I hope that you don't suspect me." No, No I don't suspect you... Not at all, I'm sorry if I gave you that impression but I intend to find.