I don't know how I feel about anything else. You consume my consciousness. You can never know how delicious you are. I don't know what that all means,...but that is where you are." I want to stay there, Charles."Later, she looked at her list. "We just got through our first half-day playing house. Are you frightened? We accomplished all the tasks. I cannot believe how nicely you brushed my hair and did my back. Where did you learn to brush like that... ? Don't ever tell me. Now, will you make this. I never imagined for one minute, that my own mother could look this slutty I turned off and threw the vibrator to one side, opened her with my thumbs and could see the inflamed inner lips and as I drew near to them I could feel the heat. I ran my tongue around her clit, she lay there looking down at me as i flicked my tongue over the engorged button. She bagan moaning softly "Oh god, justin..that feels so good...mmm”, i raised her legs up my hands gripping on her lower thighs and pushed my. " Courtney, you are not listening. I don't need... " See you at the usual time, and don't you dare be late." Court..." Bye, Baby. Love you." And she hung up the phone.Courtney found Bridget looking out the picture window at an increasingly darkening sky that seemed to be threatening snow more by the minute. "Aren't you glad you're out of that?" But..." Bridget started as she fought back tears, "I need to be on my way."Courtney gently turned the girl so they could look each other in the eye.. Momma had said Girdy had shown up like a stray dog on the back porch, her shivering arms holding a folded quilt made from flour sack remnants. Like the dogs, she’d been taken in and loved as well as any other abandoned creature. Before Ben’s arrival, Lillian had depended on Girdy for everything she didn’t want parents to know. Now, with Ben here, she had another ally in the plans and plots of a six year old rebel. Momma met them all on the front porch, a wet rag ready to wipe the grime from the.