The boxes are heavy,” I told him and pointed to the four hand-trucks near the workbench.“Granny, it’s so good to see you and Momma both. I shoul... have gotten both of you to come over here with me to begin with, but I never thought about finding this.”“What is it, Josey? More weed or more money?” Momma asked.“Both. With lots more money. I mean LOTS and LOTS of money too, Momma.“With me rushing Granny and Momma ahead of the men, we made our way back to the concrete room underneath the. Just as I was leaving, I glanced at my daughter, who was staring at me, her face shiny with what I assumed was your juice. Stunned and completely out of my element, I quickly left the room. I was rattled the rest of the evening, long after you left. Supper with my daughter was awkward, as I knew what she had done and I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling. That evening, alone in my bed again, I masturbated myself to not one, not two, but three orgasms, imagining it was me between your. It was an appointment ... with her wife ... with an adoption lawyer," she said in a hushed voice, the blush blazing in the intermittent light from the street lights and occasional passing car.I was, to be honest, shocked. Lillian Haverstaam is a handsome woman in her late thirties with the body of a gymnast. It never would have occurred to me that she was gay, never mind had a partner and was trying to adopt a baby. "I ... see," was what slithered out of my usually more controlled mouth in a. My fingers seemed to move on their own as they undid each button of my shirt while I intently watched the hot and erotic scene unfolding before me. With my tits now exposed, one hand squeezed first one, then the other. My other hand was rubbing my slit through the material of my bikini bottom.Bruce moved his hands from his genitals and I could hear a muffled “umph” come from him. Pamela rose up just enough without breaking the oral assault she was performing on Bruce’s cock to let him move his.