“Where’s the other Laura-clone?” Okay, that might not have been polite, but I wasn’t feeling polite.“What?”“Tara, you and the other one ...�� the three Laura-clones,” I explained. “I don’t even know her name. Where’s the other Laura-clone?”“She went home. She had to baby-sit.” I notice that Tracey didn’t complain about my label for them. I wondered briefly if clone number three actually had to baby-sit, or if she’d come up with a believable excuse for getting out of coming to the party. I hadn’t. Richard set the video camera on a tripod and pointed it at Jasmin sitting in the chair and then walked over to her. “Let me lick your fingers and taste your pussy juice Jasmin” Richard said and Jasmin raised her hand to his face and he sucked on one of her fingers. “That is very tasty Jasmin, you should taste it. Put your hand in your mouth and suck it and lick it until it is clean. Lick it like it is the best thing you have ever tasted.” The video camera recorded her as she hungrily cleaned. As the k**s and I are not here very often, you can sleep in one of their beds when we are not here, and that will be free. But if you want your own private room, then you can have a room in the accommodation area, but you will have to pay for that" she explained."But if I take the offer of one of the k**s beds, where do I sleep when they are here?" I asked."Don't worry so much. If there is a free room you can have that on those nights at no charge, but if we are booked, then we can put mattress. Our plan was to go back to Nordstrom's ,change into our new mother-daughter outfits, and then have dinner at the best restaurant in town, "The Wheel House." Our reservations were for 7 PM.We were killing time when Kathy pulled me into a novelty shop where they made fake, official looking, identification cards. Mom and Aunt Helen would not allow us to put any false ages on the cards, but at least I, Janet Jean Johnson, had something in my wallet that looked official. It had my picture, and my.