" she panted.From then on, bath time included Uncle Bob almost every time, and she insisted that he wash her pussy REALLY REALLY good, inside and out....She got good at having orgasms, and Bob got good at giving them to her.It was shortly before her fifteenth birthday when, after a particularly nice cum, she was lying back in the tub while her uncle gazed fondly at her naked body. She looked at him and said "Uncle Bob, you always wash me during bath time, but I never wash YOU." Then she just. Then that idea of having children with my women making our bonds stronger surfaced again. Was it possible she had already known that, even on a subconscious level?It was another question, but not as important at the moment as all of the others I had. So, I sat with Chloe and watched Mandy. Yvonne came out wearing a dark red sweater, blue jeans and tennis shoes. The long coat was over one arm and the outfit she had been wearing in her hand. She sat next to me and curled up again. The memory of. " I said optimistically as she disappeared into the room I assume was the kitchen.When she came back out after starting the hot drinks she wore a little grin, saying "You haven't lived here long. That plow won't be coming through here until tomorrow, and not until the snow stops. That's a dead end with no outlet. They have little room to turn around and more than once they've gotten stuck trying. When they do come through, tomorrow, they'll have a payloader following them." She said with a wry. She'd been through the same thing with her own mother and with her own daughter too. "Well, that's not why I wanted to see you. I wanted to give you this. It's for your birthday; a special treat. After all a girl isn't nineteen every year." Liza reached into her hand bag, pulled out an envelope and passed it to Effie. "Go on – open it."Effie peeled open the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper inside. She'd half been expecting some money or some music or e-book tokens but this was.