One voice was Emilie’s. She knew the other voice was Marian, a close friend of both her Mum and Emilie. They all belonged to the local Church. “I... was just so funny, wasn’t it?” Emilie said, continuing, “How the vicar could not stop scratching his buttocks up in the pulpit.” Marian laughed madly. “He just could not stop, even now he doesn’t realise it was itching powder. We will have to do it again as it livened things up instead of listening to another of his oh so boring sermons.” Emilie. I flipped thru the pictorials of two or three magazines. Soon I began to get horny and wasn't paying attention when the shower stopped. I had just opened to a page showing a girl who looked amazingly similar to Emily. Dreaming that it was her, I sat idly rubbing my crotch through my pants. Suddenly from out of nowhere, Emily skipped into the room, still only with a towel keeping her body hidden. Now, though, she merely had it held in front of her, with her other hand. I can fuck all you want. Just be there so no one hurts me more than fucking me."They checked in the hotel the next Friday at noon. The first man was scheduled to arrive at two. Jo had bought a douche kit and he would douche his mom's cunt between each man. He had kept one hour free so he could fuck his mom too. He had brought a paddle and a belt to whip her ass and turn her on. He stripped his mom naked and told her to get on her knees and suck his cock. As she sucked him he pushed his cock. Darla is *not* Michael." I just wish I could figure out why he is so . . . so damned agreeable!" Jane caught Maria's look and had to laugh at herself. "Hell of a thing to be upset about, isn't it. My little girl is working too hard to do what I tell her to do." She took another sip of tea and shook her head at her own foolishness. "Well, I am going to have to call Judge Ruth, I guess. The boy is a ward of the state since the only family he has is his criminal older brother. She may want.