I put my arm around his waist and dragged him along as I walked, "Hey pussy, what's with you?" Oh Alex." His eyes got teary. "I don't think I'll ever ...e able ta thank you enough."I rolled my eyes and Sheila asked, "Why? What'd he do?" Tonight was my first real school dance." Brandon sniffed as we all climbed in the car."Whatever." I muttered. "You three, in the back. Sheila?" I opened the front door for her.On the drive home, Lisa, Beth and Brandon cooed over 'Ping Lo's first dance' and I tried. You try to ignore it but they just keep ringing over and over again.Pulling your pillow over your head muffles the sound some but not enough to keep you from hearing the unknown guest begin to pound on the front door. Grumbling under your breath you force yourself to sit up and open your eyes. Pulling on your robe you slowly stumble through your house still half asleep. When you reach the front door you reach out for the knob and the pounding suddenly stops. Opening the door you are surprised. I slip my left hand up under your t-shirt to those gorgeous firm breasts I so adore and begin caressing them, rolling your nipples gently between my thumb and forefinger, left and right, by turn, then slip my other hand over your belly-button ring, playing with it momentarily, before sliding my hand slowly down the front of your panties, tenderly stroking the growing wetness between your legs with my middle finger, whilst bearing down slightly on your clit with the fleshy part of my palm, and. There, Lying upon her ‘teachers desk’ with her daughter Caroline demanding she keep her mouth wide open while squatting above her Mother in the mock up film studio/classroom, pregnant or not and before the camera of Bill Coombes and the eyes of her assembled ‘class’, Catherine Dixon found herself being subjected the ultimate of the many humiliations her own daughter had been subjecting her to from the day they’d both been kidnapped from her own home.The day both Mother and daughter had been.