"Wow listen to us admitting this to each other. OK, so it's my turn aswell then. Believe it or not, that isn't inconsistent with someone's,anyone's ch...ld if they haven't had much nurturing. It could be that Johnhimself is reacting to that nurturing process itself and he's really notCindy," Carol said."Really?" Helen asked and added, "How so?" He's suffering from amnesia. Given that, he could only have access tothose deeper feelings going back a ways. A long ways actually. He'sscared, that's. I lied down on the sofa while she came on top. She sat facing me, settled her legs, held my dick and sat on it, engulfing it fully inside her pussy, which was dripping with her cum.I placed my hands below her ass and helped her in moving up and down. She was moving, taking my dick inside her and stroking and her boobs bouncing right in front of my face mesmerized me.I lifted myself a little and grabbed her boobs by my lips. I was moving from left to right and then back to left one, sucking them. They flinched away, ignoring me until my back was to them and they could openly whisper to their friends. "Did you see...?"I was a slut. A card-carrying, cum-eating slut. And proud of it. Mr Johnson helped me into the limousine, and while I settled into the seat at the back he talked with the driver. I couldn't hear what they were talking about, and still hadn't actually seen the driver. Not that I cared. I looked round the inside of the car, wondering what would happen next, tingling with. "Because you'd let her burn down the house if she asked," laughed hismother. "Just sit Allie, and I figured I'd flat iron you hair while wetalk." And ruin all those beautiful curls already?" interrupted Nana. "Can'tyou fix them and let her enjoy them a little?" We have to leave in twenty five minutes mom, and it's not like you haveall these soft curls we can tame for church," said Holly, shaking herhead. "It's her school, so she needs to be appropriate, plus don't youneed to try on her uniform.