Marina, I am sure, knew her son and husband were the ballerinas she waslooking at unlike the men looking up our tutus or, if she had notrealised it, s...e did when Jenny waved at her...Any sense of my masculinity seemed to have been eroded and whilst Jennystill recognised her mother I am sure she felt the same way. Certainly Inow thought of her as my daughter and of myself as a sort of surrogatemother.Just then Kate saw Marina. You may recall that Kate was not justinterested in me becoming a. He smiled cruelly ather. "Good choice cunt," he said as he turned to put up the crop. She couldn'ttake her eyes off of him and the strap as he walked back to her. She watchedhim as he lightly ran the soft leather strap over the inside of her thighs,causing her to shiver slightly. Quickly, before she could even prepare herself,he let go with a torrent of blows to her tender thighs. She was not sure howmany times he hit her on that first round, but it was many more than he hadever done at one. The rest of the trip, we had good traction until we came to our side street. The driver was barely able to back the Rover up to the door of my garage. He had to make several attempts to maneuver it into the proper position. I paid the fellow and he headed off to help some other poor soul."Stay safe," I yelled as he was getting back into the cab."I'll try," he commented. I could see concern written on his weathered face.I looked over at Anna. She was staring at my house."This is yours?" she. For several seconds, Lianne gazed entranced at the firm little titties,aware that they were the same size as hers. A raw heat flooded themother's body and her hands tentatively touched the soft flesh. All timeseemed to freeze, only a shudder from her son, and a quick intake ofbreath, disturbed the silence, but lianne was astounded to see his tenderlittle nipples erect and harden at her caress. The now hot mother slidher index fingers over the erectile nubbins and was rewarded by a lowsoft moan.