There was a knock at the door then and I got up to answer it. Rather than doing that I stopped, took my sword out and stood next to Jimmy. “Come in....��A very large man walked into the room followed by a woman and the man who had tried to take Jimmy home the other night.“We have come for our son,” he boomed out.“Did you want to take him home in a bushel basket?”“What do you mean?” He started to walk towards me. The point of the sword told him that was not a wise idea.“I mean this is my slave. I. As an adult woman, the new bonding with her mother gave her occasion to try to understand her mother better. She discovered that she didn't know anything about her, didn't know what made her laugh, smile, or be sad; she didn't know what her favorite color was or what kind of music she liked to hear. As a mater of fact, her mother was a closed book that she had never been interested in opening to see what was inside her. Her mother was an absolutely unfamiliar person to her, and at twenty six,. The young woman would just have to hope and pray that she wasn't pregnant.Darla hadn't heard from or about Conrad Streeter III. She certainly hadn't seen him and she hoped she never would. This never would have happened if Conrad would have behaved himself. Her mother asked Darla about the evening but she just made some vague generalizations about it "being nice" and left it at that. She moped about the house for a couple of days and declined social invitations.On the following Saturday, Darla. I was watching another TV went to get a drink ,she was laid back in the recliner phone to her ear PJ top pulled up exposing her breasts, legs draped over both chair arms exposing her pussy. She was using her middle finger to work her clit and easily working three fingers in and out of her drenched cunt. I could tell by her moans she was close to cumming so I stood there quietly. After she came, all she said was yes and bye. This got me thinking. The next time she went to study in groups I.