"Sorry, sorry," Mrs. Ford says. "I'll go and get your teas, Isuppose..." I smile sympathetically as Mrs. Ford leaves the room, beforetrying not to gig...le as Kayla lets out a long, frustrated sigh."She's not THAT bad," I say, making the tiny blonde girl snort withlaughter."She not YOUR mum," Kayla sighs. "I dunno, maybe it's because neither ofus have any brothers or sisters, we've always had this weird mother-daughter relationship, the second I turned eighteen she started treatingme as just. There were trees she later found out were palm trees, birds that were every color of the rainbow, flowers that smelled like perfume and just as colorful as the birds. Miranda had finally gotten up the nerve to step through the mirror onto the beach, she had brought with her a small jar of paint and marked very boldly where the entrance to the mirror was, she had explored for days and finally decided that it was like some magical island that only went so far then everything ended at the water.. I could feel her body touching me, her hands now running up and down my spine. I wanted her to touch me so badly.I reached down and touched her moist pussy. I wondered if she was wet or just sweating. I found her clit and rubbed it with my finger. I made little circles rubbing her hard making her moan. She dug her nails into my back and arched up. She moaned into my mouth as she let out a wild orgasm."You don't mind me doing this do you?" I worried."No don't stop," she encouraged me.I pulled. Shit!" Its okay, he replied laughing, they are tight jeans." I am so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I don't mean like that, well...shit!"He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, it felt like I had been toughed by electricity. I was feeling so embarrassed.He looked me right in the eyes again, a smile on his lips. "Lots of white women have this fantasy, you wouldn't be the first," he said.Before I could stop myself I replied, "It's not my fantasy, it's my husbands." Your husband.