"Leave me alone!" I said through my sobs, as I dashed toward the door. "Please, just leave me the hell alone!"I stood out in the cold night for maybe ...0 minutes, getting control of my emotions. Everything was haywire in my mind, but one thing I knew: I needed to go home. I wasn't sure what kind of reception I'd get, but I knew it would be better than living like this.In that moment, I made the decision not to tell him I was pregnant. If he guessed and said something in the short time we had. “Y-yes, how did you know?”“Sweetheart, you are the spitting image of your mother when she was your age! My family were looking at a photo of your mother from back then. I’ll show it you later, but come through. Claire!” he shouted. “Here’s a visitor for you!”“A visitor? For me?” came Claire’s voice from the living room. Who...”By then Elizabeth had walked though the doorway. “Hello, Mummy,” she said as she dropped her rucksack.“Lizzie? But how? When? Oh my darling!” and the two fell into a. "Come on," she yelled as she reached the flowers and got down in the center of them. "Look at all these."Uninterested in flowers, I walked slowly to where she was, down on her haunches, picking daisies with her right hand and gathering them in a bunch in her left.Standing above her, I could see the cleavage of her firm-looking ample breasts down the neckline of her pink top and I could also see, in her squatting position, the evident curves of her wide, feminine hips below her thin waistline.. I continue to enjoy her sweet liquid. She’s wetter than I’ve ever known her. I’ve never known her to be so passionate. It’s absolute ecstasy and my boner has recovered and returned far sooner than I’ve ever recalled it to have done so. She continues to make tantalizing sounds as she plays on, but she has her vocals under better control now. She is still moaning, still heaving, and her hips are still flexing in my direction. I wonder if anyone on the other end of her headset has any idea what’s.