I spread my legs very, very wide and she climbed to her knees to get a better angle for fingering me. Her hand was a blur as she worked it up and down... up and down, up and down, faster and faster and faster! Oh my, god, that girl can please a pussy! My pussy was a sloshing, slurping, squishing mess and finally, I exploded all over her! My pussy squirted and gushed pussy juice all over my daughter's tits and tummy, even a few squirts right on to her neck and face. I pulled her up to me and. Since I was the age of eight, I have had one dream; to come toNew York City and see a professional game. I didn't care if it wasfootball, baseball, or basketball. I just wanted to see theprofessionals play."I was Jennifer when I was informed that we were coming to New York Cityto see you. You know what was the first word out of my mouth was? Itwasn't football, baseball or even basketball. It was shopping. Like anynormal teenage girl would say."She then asked, "I have tickets to the. He came out almost immediately and got in a different car. That was pretty slick. He delivered the car with drugs in it, and they had a money car packed and ready to go.I needed a picture of the driver. I bought a burner phone and waited. I followed him south, and when he stopped for gas, I did, too. I got his picture when he came out of the bathroom. He was a white guy, with long, greasy hair. He was skinny, but had that wiry look. He also had a shitload of tattoos. I turned away and, when he. " Thanks mommy," Jessica replied a broad smile on her face "I'm back tobeing a big girl now."After she had finished checking Jessica's diaper his mom looked at himand his heart sank."I know this was only a joke challenge," his mom said smiling, "but I'mgoing to have to check you anyway."With that his mom briskly walked over to him and put her hand down hisdiaper and checked for any spots of wetness. Looking up at his mom hecouldn't help but see the shock on her face."Hey mom I know what this.