“She became concerned about all the time Christina was spending out of the house, and so she found an opportunity to check her laptop. Like most kid... Christina leaves herself logged in to Google all the time, and guess what her mother found being shared in her Drive?” She stopped, waiting for me to cast myself into the abyss, while I cursed silently at that obvious, obvious timebomb.“A hot young man,” Christina’s mother stood up, “skewering my underage daughter with his huge tool,” she came. As if she was being unfaithful. Wait a minute, she told herself, you can’t be unfaithful to a man you almost dated once, even if there is an invitation on its way in the mail. Yet, somehow, she just didn’t feel right about going out with Greg tonight. ‘Can we make it tomorrow?’ That would give her a whole day to get her thoughts straight. Or, to come up with a valid excuse not to go. It was only Tuesday, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Friday. Preparations to make, wine to buy, cleaning. ..”Now her outer lips were fully engorged and shining brightly pink and her puffy inner lips had actually pushed their way out between them, spreading apart a little and reminding me of a tiny butterfly’s wings. So, so cute. So irresistible.I kept swabbing my tongue over her engorged inner lips and let the tip of my nose press against the hood of her clit; I wiggled my face as I lapped her slit.“Waaaaahhhhhh ... oooohhhhhh ... so goooood,” she wailed.I turned my attention to the sides of her. You wouldn’t want an eight-year-old looking at some of those images or really reading too much about those atrocities. I still think they could find a way to teach a lot of the foundations of the war. I’m surprised that you know so much about it,” Glen commented. “I never pegged you as a war buff.”“I’m not, really, but I took a class in college, for the same reason Mel didn’t take History in high school. There were a lot of questions about that era that are in sort of a taboo blind-spot. The.