Next day was the contest I was ready and I went to that office and they enquired about me and told me to wait with the other contestants. I was excite... to see my competitors and I was shocked see to my aunt with her daughter. I asked her why she applied for this with her daughter, she said she was in need of a huge amount of money, even if anyone of us wins we will get that money from those rich women. The competitors are,My pushpa aunt, tall, brownish brave women of 36 age, 38-32-42.Her. Mom would have already left, but some of that old-fashioned father-daughter together time might be good for my character or something.Dad saw me and dropped his toast."Sorry Little Girl," he said as he picked it up, "I forgot." Then he looked at me again. "Maybe it's time I stopped calling you that."I smiled at him. I'd been trying to get him to stop calling me Little Girl for over a year. He'd just forget and say it again. He wasn't being deliberately mean or anything, he'd just forget."I've. If I make it through dinner, and maybe even a little TV or music afterwards, I’m pretty anxious to get to the main event. We’ve gotten into a little routine. First, Gregory will give me an enema. There’s nothing like raw, natural ass fucking, earthy, musky, and dirty the way it’s supposed to be. And trust me, there have been plenty of times when I can’t wait and I have to have him in my ass without any preparations. But Gregory just fits better and goes deeper when we take extra. But I wanted you to speak out. I can see that you are in depression. I am the only one who can understand you properly. Speak to me. I will solve your problem.She made me a little comfortable.Me: Nothing, mom. I am alone and bored. What you are thinking is correct. Loneliness made me do this. I’m sorry. I’m not thinking bad about any women.Nancy: I know, honey. Look here, I’m your best friend and best mother. I can help you in any situation.I looked into her eyes. She was looking at my face.