.. ... is STIL piss me off. (fusterated sigh)I would FUME over doing exactlly as instruced by this stupid arrogent full of herself bitch, and rush hom... to soak up every word She dribbeled out. You know what She called me once? Human waste. Can you Image? I just stared at the email for minutes, numbed my her words. What my fingers traveled next is purely irevelant.The point was, it hurt. Really hurt.The woman was hurting me, deeply inside. Why did I keep reading and confirming my worthlessness. Unknown to me was the conversation Mrs. Johnson and my mother had onthe phone.Mrs. Johnson complained about not having another daughter to pass onall of Sarah's cute outfits.My mom murmured about not having a daughter at all.My mom joking laugh and offered, 'maybe I can get Alan to becomeinterested in wearing Sarah's cute outfits.'Well,' countered Mrs. Johnson, 'one of Sarah's boxes was opened. MaybeAlan has a head start'.Both ladies laughed at the thought.My mom finally acknowledged my. ..you now face my cock...but most importantly your moist pussy faces me....I drink in the smell of your essence...your excitement. I slowly slide your body down mine....your hips are now in front of my face.....I kiss your pussy...running my tongue softly at your outter lips....running from your clit and playfully run my tongue all the way to your ass......it dances around back and forth......just bring you to the first rise of excitement.....my hips rise, instinctivel upward... gypsy2jingles:. I pulled his briefs down till they fell to the floor, as Richard stepped out of them. Guiding to my feet, Richard brings my mouth to his kissing me deeper and more passionately, as his fingers untie all the strings of my bathing suit, and both pieces fall to the deck. My naked body crushing into his. Taking my hand, he leads me to the master stateroom, drawing me to the bed. I lay down forward on top of him, with his head in-between my legs. Richard runs his hands over the surface of my lower.